He nods, slowly, and after a moment lowers himself to sit, too, a little way off. Perhaps he would have stayed standing, in the past, but with this weakness in his fuel lines he sees no reason not to.

"What do you want to know?"

He doesn't much like answering questions about this, honestly, but with Bumblebee... there's not the kind of suspicion he's used to, or the hostility, or the desperate disappointment. It's almost refreshing.