[He's probably not the Cybertronian anyone wants to see. Memory loss, scowl, dings and dents and a few scorch marks. After all, they'd given him back his body as it had been... and there hadn't been any time between his arrival here, and the confrontation with Trion.]
[Sure, he'd wanted a hand off the planet. He'd wanted someone to come pick them up. But this was... not what he'd expected. Not by a long shot. It really occupies his thoughts, enough to keep his head fairly down.]
[But the corner he's found to stand in, arms folded over his chest, scowl upgrading to a glower as the human techs stare, or flinch away, is far from out of the way. It's right smack in the middle of the hangar, made all the more obvious with the bright red paint job.]
hanger~
[Sure, he'd wanted a hand off the planet. He'd wanted someone to come pick them up. But this was... not what he'd expected. Not by a long shot. It really occupies his thoughts, enough to keep his head fairly down.]
[But the corner he's found to stand in, arms folded over his chest, scowl upgrading to a glower as the human techs stare, or flinch away, is far from out of the way. It's right smack in the middle of the hangar, made all the more obvious with the bright red paint job.]