[Prowl lurches forward out of the rubble, knocking the stone and debris aside. He was a little scratched and dusty from the impact, but looking otherwise unfazed by their skirmish.]

[Plates shift and slide as Prowl rearranges himself into his bipedal mode, flicking off a piece of rubble from his shoulder as he smoothly rises to his feet.]

You've apparently not learned much about the survival rate of the Wreckers, have you? Just give me the data slug. It's contents are none of your concern. It certainly isn't worth this.