[Although Verity struggled in his grip, he didn't release - any looser and she'd have room to slip an arm out and fire more rounds.]

[Prowl is calm as Arcee lands a few feet away, swords drawn. He knows better than to draw his own weapons when he was injured and had one hand occupied. If anyone was familiar with just how dangerous her combat prowess was, it was Prowl.]

Dropping her would only exacerbate her injuries [It was almost as if he was discussing the weather.]

And her name is Verity. She's stolen intelligence that she has no business sticking her nose in. [He looks down at Verity's helmet, spotting the data port at the base of the head, just above the spine.] After retrieving it I'll be finished with my business here.