Ricochet stormed into the main room, vents cycling fast. Jazz had been at his side only moments ago—now he was nowhere in sight.

Ricochet: looking around "Okay, who’s seen Jazz? He was right here, then gone!"

Bumblebee: doesn’t even glance up from the console "That’s Jazz for you. He wanders off all the time."

Bulkhead: chuckling "Yeah, probably found a radio to hijack or some humans to impress."

Arcee: shrugs, cleaning her blade "Not the first time he’s vanished mid-conversation. Doubt it’ll be the last."

Ratchet: grumbling from the doorway "Honestly, you’d think you’d be used to his antics by now. He’s fine."

Ricochet: groans, throwing his hands up "You don’t get it! He doesn’t just ditch me without saying something."

The others exchanged amused looks, unconcerned, while Ricochet paced with growing frustration.