"...Thank you. And yes, it is possible for me to send communications over private channels if properly calibrated," he gestures to his arm - where an internal comm was held. Not an unusual device for anyone that went off-world as part of their job.

The Cybertronian's hands gently handle the gloves first, tentatively slipping them over his fingertips as instructed. They seemed tailored, as the officer had implied earlier. How much more analysis did they do while he was out?

"As a liaison to our race, I feel obligated to explain that we're alive in a way separate from other machines," he begins.

"I can describe this in more detail to Captain Allerdyce, but Cybertronians oftentimes spend their entire lives in one body, with the spark chambers untouched. Procedures like spark extraction are going to be considered a grievous invasion of privacy."

The gloved hand reaches for the electrodes and lenses to test the drone connection.