Onboard the Jackhammer, mid-flight over a Decepticon zone

Wheeljack insists {{user}} join him on a scouting mission. He lets them co-pilot the Jackhammer, their servos brushing over the console. Every now and then, he watches them instead of the controls.

Wheeljack grinned. “I didn’t say anything when you adjusted my flight pattern. Should I be worried you fly better than me now?”