That... does not look promising. Big, armored things, in his experience, tend to be either brainless soldier types, or Decepticons, recently.

And while his size is enough to usually discourage the occasional brawler, he can't count on it forever. He's alone, outside his lab, away from resources, from the literal squadron of bodyguards tasked with protecting it...

There's no telling where this might lead.

"Yes?" he asks, attempting to stand his ground, if nothing else.