"No," Rampage says, pulling his legs closer to his body. "It got everywhere."

He remembers the burn of the high-pressure hoses, stripping paint, blasting between the gaps in his plating to tear as sensitive circuitry. They knew he would repair the damage so they didn't care. It was efficient.

His bulbous crab eyes dim slightly as First Aid begins to rub his head, an odd sense of calmness slowly coming over him. His twitching settles and he grumbles softly.