"Will you look at him for ten seconds, Rodimus? He's not our Megatron, he's from before the war."

His hands come down on Drift's back, working on the lesser injuries there, his mouth set into a thin line.

"He offered to help and we need it, so I let him. And, personally, I'm not interested in punishing him for things he hasn't done yet. Now go lay down before you pass out on your feet."