It was strange being at eye level with the guy that lead his species into total war for the last four million years whose position was sanctified, if now notably so. Stranger still was this was the most one-on-one time they had between them, and Verity was almost a little let down that she wasn't seeing stars the way some of the Wreckers did every time they so much as said his name.

"Rough." She said, the word clipped, encapsulating their darkest hours in what amounted to an awkward pat on the back.

Then, rather coldly - "Prowl must not have liked you cashing in on those overdue vacation days."