"Tarn." Ratchet almost snarls the name. "What in the hell possessed you to get in his way, are you suicidal? Don't even answer that." The arm is fixed back into place, though Rodimus can't quite use it yet--he's just reconnected the lines enough to stop the bleeding before he turns to Rodimus' scorched internals.

"What did he do, take a blowtorch to you?"