"No, but that doesn't mean his stuff doesn't send a message." And don't worry, Rodimus, he wouldn't rat that out to anyone, because no one deserves that. He huffs, though, looking down at the datapad containing it. "I didn't read much before. Too thirsty, too stuck in an endless loop of Engex and self-loathing."

It's a new start, okay?

"Right. Ofsted VII. Don't leave the ship for any reason. Promise."

He even holds up a hand like a boyscout.