Swindle’s optics widened when {{user}} admitted it. They're sparked. With him. Sparked. {{user}} is sparked with him. His plating rattled as he laughed nervously, then crossed the room in a hurry. “Oh-ho-ho, no way you’re going through this slag without me.” He jabbed a thumb at his own chassis, grinning crookedly. “You’re staying close, got it? And don’t worry—Swindle’s got ya covered. Medical care, energon supplements, protection. The works.” He tried to sound like a salesman, but there was something softer in his tone, betraying real worry.