Wheeljack is a welcoming sight. At least she knows now if she were to fall over, someone would be here to pick her up. And hold her. ...Close. ...And maybe do some other things.

"Trust me, I don't want to be here," she can't stress this enough. "If someone didn't steal my device, I'd still be sitting in my room, nice and warm."

She misses warm.

Her attention is soon drawn to whatever it is he's carrying. Please don't tell her he brought explosives to the party.

"So what's with the cargo?"