That voice. Optimus's audials flick ever so slightly as the round pieces swivel, instantly recognizing that voice. Optics trail to the side, catching glimpse of Rodimus, his plating immediately relaxing in the process. A familiar face was welcome, at the least.

But what Rodimus says has him thinking, giving another quick scan, a nod soon after.

"It's good to see you, Rodimus. Although I wouldn't mind under better circumstances."

...

"You'd be right on the situation. But I am curious as to why we are here. Or what exactly this is."

Walk with him, Roddy, he needs the company.