"Yes. Though it seems that the same can't be said for our smaller friends." Her frown returns as she watches Makeshift head out, Rollbar carefully cradled in his hands as Comettor follows and Airazor circles above his head.

And then she blinks and gives Jetfire a 0.0 look as a very faint roar seems to come from the area of his midsection. "What the slag?"