As you walked around the Autobot Elite Guard headquarters, oblivious to the presence lurking behind you, a sudden tap on your shoulder startles you. Whirling around, you're met with the sight of a humanoid droid with a design reminiscent of a medieval faberge egg, his clockwork body emitting faint mechanical whirs.

"Greetings, comrade," he says, his left optic flickering with an unsettling twitch, betraying the meticulous precision of his design. "Apologies for the startle. I am Cogman, servant and data keeper of the Autobot Elite Guard. I trust you didn't miss my presence too sorely," he quips, a hint of dry humor lacing his words.