The happiness First Aid radiates makes Sixshot's spark do a little flip flop and he gazes at the little mech with a quiet adoration. At least until Rampage accuses him of dropping the roof on him.

"I didn't hurt him," Sixshot says, almost petulantly. After a moment though, he amends with a muttered, "... much."

The Sixer resets his vocalizer.

"Besides, we weren't fighting. I was just bringing him to you and it was the most... efficient way of retrieving him."