"Ratchet, I assume," his voice is soft as he gestures to the handiwork, slowly approaching.

That gaze could pierce even the toughest armour, and Optimus can't help but soften his own at it. He knew Verity, and knew how tough she was--knew how RESOURCEFUL she was.

This had to be something to get her swept up like this.

"I was unaware of your presence here. But it's good to see you, all things considered." He just hopes the feeling is mutual.