Forager's eyes widen as the council transforms. However, he quickly steels himself.
"No can do, pal," he says.
"We've been runnin' 'round, gettin' chased by vehicons while the world's gone to the slaggin' Pit for the last two months, while you three plugged yourselves into a computer an' tried to wait out this scrapshow rather than help your own people! We're keepin' the drive, an' you can get slagged for all I care."