It hasn't been long since Optimus arrived, and he was still trying to get his bearings with the whole 'transported to an alternate Cybertron' thing. He'd mostly been hanging around the main camp trying to not be in the way, offering a hand where he could. Which felt like 'not often enough' considering the number of times he had to redirect people looking for his double.

At the moment he was on the edge of the camp clearing away more of the rubble, breaking down larger pieces with his axe. The irony that this was not all that different to clearing space bridges wasn't lost on him.