"Decepticon." He puffs up his chassis, proud. No Autobot scum here. "We're the ones that fought against them trying to kill us first."

He looks over at his arm with a grunt. "Yeah, autorepair'll fix most stuff." He shrugs. "Got shot. It happens." He's used to getting hurt. He's not used to someone being, you know, not yelling at him while repairing him, so he might look a little puzzled.