Maybe it was the constant loops life had thrown him through, or the sheer volume of strangeness he'd put up with lately, but the whole experience just made him mad. Not mad enough to punch something -- since the organics would probably explode if he sneezed on them -- but mad enough to snarl and stomp off through the place.

He wasn't really watching where he was going, or looking around to his surroundings. A curled and hiding Autobot would probably go unnoticed in his current state of mind.

However.

It's not exactly easy to ignore the big, blustering soldier stomping past Trailcutter's position.