"I made sure nobody would do that to me anymore," Rampage grumbles.

It's a rather soft grumble, however. First Aid's contact, and the soft sympathetic feelings emanating from his spark leave him feeling oddly warm and fuzzy, even as he presses himself closer to the ground with a slight huff, feeling awkward.

"I can't clean myself," he adds. He just hasn't been. Because whatever. And also he admittedly doesn't have the tools to easily clean under his plating, and his hands are rather large.