"How can I tell you if we are or not with this mess?" He snaps, gesturing widely at the hangar. "Last time I was online and on Earth, you had barely invented your personal 'mobile phones'! Now you're running around in fragging starships!"

He bristles at her. "It will happen. Just you wait, human. I'll oust that bucket-of-bolts Megatron, and when I do, I'll win this Primus-damned war far quicker than our 'glorious leader' has ever done anything!"