And just like that, there's a bench pretty much thrown in his path. There's a moment or two of shock, and an instinctive reach for a gun he doesn't have before he looks up, and...

"Prowl!"

This is probably the happiest anyone has ever been when greeted with Prowl flipping a metaphoric table. Ironhide doesn't waste time, though. He's grinning, when he first steps forward out of the alley. But when he gets a good look at the other bot, he pauses, expression shifting into one of concern.

"Hey, you okay, buddy? You don't look... great."