"-- and the endless optimism!" Ultra Magnus exclaims, abruptly turning the conversation back by two minutes. "I don't know how you manage that, either. Keeping your chin up for the sake of the troops is one thing, but you always manage to be so --" Magnus gestures vaguely with one hand in Rodimus' direction, in a gesture that somehow seems to encompass all of his Rodimus-ness -- but then her arm slumps back down again in silent defeat, her face still pressed into her other hand.