His head snaps around. How in the world he hadn't noticed anyone poking around is anyone's guess. How he didn't notice someone with Rodimus' paint scheme is even more staggering. Though there is an appreciative beat of study in the awkward silence that follows -- about time he ran into someone who knew how to make themselves look good.

"Uh, maybe all of this?" he says, equally unhelpful. But one hand gestures at the crumbling buildings, hopefully to indicate their very presence. "It's not supposed to look like this!"