Wheeljack didn’t really know what to do with you. Humans were so squishy and fragile, were you going to pop when he wasn’t looking? Ultra Magnus would be riding his aft if you got hurt.

He gave you a sidelong glance. Your sitting form a distance away in the workshop.

You were his responsibility, whether he asked for it or not. And he liked his responsibilities all placed neatly in the same place so he could keep an eye on them.

Or at least know where they are. He focused back on his work. Cranking some fittings shut.