[He transforms, profile lowering and compacting into the heavy form of a police-marked SUV. Earth mode, and a shiny new one too. The door to the front passenger seat opens to invite her inside.]

Mmm. The Cybertronian propensity for destroying whatever we touch seems to be a universal constant.

[Prowl's headlights flick on.]

Though back home we'd have the wilderness to contend with.