[The yelp isn't helping. He cycles a sigh and shakes his helm, wondering whether Primus is being a glitch or not. Hard to say, with him ending up in this place, talking to an organic. A human, even. Those things are only for heroes, not for his kind, and thank you Primus for that.]

Decepticon, Predacon, who cares. [A snort follows.] Hurt you? Why would I hurt you? You are an useful little thing, aren't ya? [The shit-eating, loopsided grin is back. He likes you, little human.]

A year, huh? Small wonder, that. Been long here?