"Yes, and they continue, despite all odds and any appeals for you to use the brain I only know through medical scans is indeed inside your skull, to be completely unacceptable. Are you trying to get killed your first few days here? Provoking Tarn of all people!" He resists the urge to throw up his hands, but he does remove them from Rodimus' plating, if only to defeat the temptation to clench down in anger.

"And don't," he says, his voice low now, lips drawing back from his teeth, "don't you dare tell me what I do and do not know about that. It sure as hell wasn't you picking Drift up off the deck of the ship as he was railroaded out, and it sure as hell wasn't you watching the look on his face when I had to explain that people had died when Overlord escaped. I'm tired of cleaning up your messes."