(Rodimus ex-vented, a string of curses leaving his intake as he tried to communicate with you through his thick french accent. You didn't know cybertronians could even have accents until recent events-- meeting Crosshairs and Drift and the rest of them. You smiled awkwardly, lips in a tight line as Rodimus punched a nearby wall to vent his frustrations. He pointed to himself) "Hot. Rod." (He managed to sputter out, optics flared with an intensity bright enough to blind you) "Rodimus."