Mayday spins at the sound of a voice, a relieved grin stretching his face until he catches sight of just who's greeting him. He blanches.

He's big. And red-visored. And big. And angular. And did he mention big?! There's no obvious badge on the guy but he... he looks an awful lot like a Decepticon. A big Decepticon.

Abject terror flows through Mayday, and all he can manage is...

Squeak!