"Just what I said. You want me to cube it up into sugary little bite sizes that are easy to swallow?" Because he's clearly the type who likes energon confections right? "War's over. NO one won. We're lucky we're not fragging extinct."

Oops, she forgot the sugary coating. (Except not really.) Also this conversation would be 100% different if she knew who she was talking to. But you know, names, introductions, manners...whatever. Hindsight will be no less than priceless.

Oh, but now they're competing for who's got the biggest frown. Flashpoint doesn't take too kindly to that maneuverability pot shot. Sure her weight distribution might make for a little rough handling but no one beats her off the start, not with this engine. The one that's revving right now, by the way.

She let's the last cargo crate drop onto the sled with a thud, optics pinned on the other Cybertronian. "You done screwing around over there? Why don't you find out for yourself?"

And, oh. Is that the sound of security sirens in the background?