The jet whips his gaze to the source of the voice. Though his scowl remains on the same level there's a hint of displeasure in his optics. Slag it. On the list of 'Decepticons he'd rather not run into,' Airachnid is pretty far up on the list, probably outdone only by Dreadwing.

"Airachnid," he says slowly, starting to wriggle the rest of his way out of the rubble, even more eager to remove himself from a position of vulnerability. "The feeling is... mutual," he says flatly, straightening up and reaching up to flick some dust off of his shoulder. He doesn't take his eyes off of her as he does so, visibly on the defensive already.