She knows just as well that the Decepticons are imperfect, too. It's almost like movements are made of people and people can be slaggin' motherglitchers!

Laughing quietly at his admission of being called crazy before, Slipstream looks at what's being offered up to her, red eyes bright as suns. "I have to admit, I'm not sure how to stab a lack of expectations in the back," she agrees, and takes his sturdy hand in her clawed grasp. "Except insisting I be let back into the box, maybe-- but who wants walls?"