Lurch tilts his head.
"That's it?" he says in disbelief. "What where the guns for, then?"
"Intimidation," Facelift says nonchalantly.
"I don't know what to think," Halfrunner says. "The sensible side of me is skeptical of any man or woman who says Primus lets them see the future, but seeing how sense is factoring into the happenings of our voyage less and less..."
Grommet studies the elixir, and the Omega Key which produced it.
"Sprocket will want to know about this, I'm sure," he predicts.
Many a bot raises his or her hand.
"Calculating..." announces Motherboard.
Breakswitch, on whom the concept of loyalty to one's sibling was lost, instantly rats Flyby out.
"Yeah, it was this idiot!" she says, pointing to her brother.
"But, actually, I was sober the whole time," Flyby assures Epsilon.
"One second," he request of Wildsong, before winding up his fist and sending a sudden punch squarely into the side of Shatterpoint's face. The Decepticon reels back, immediately bringing up his hand to the afflicted region of his head.
"And now the discussion proper can begin," Topside calmly says to Wildsong.
"Oh, big deal," the prison medic scoffs.
"Everybody's had a bomb go off too close for comfort in the last five hundred years, and the number of bots who haven't lost a limb or two at least once could probably be counted on one hand."