The most annoying this was being stuck in a fleshy disguise.

Crosshairs hated everything about it. He felt small, weak, trapped, and enclosed in this unfamiliar body. But orders were orders, and he had orders to keep an eye out on another one of the flashbacks who had some 'important intel' that couldn't get into the wrong, Decepticon, hands.

So he was stuck playing babysitter.

And he sat, leaning back in a kitchen chair, his head tipped back and blue-green eyes focused on the ceiling above his head. He could hear his new 'charge' getting ready for their 'important' human job that he would have to tail on, it was less then ideal.

"Raise your hand if you're thoroughly unimpressed with your Earth vacation-" Crosshairs muttered under his breath to no one but himself. But he raised his own hand, tipping back his chair onto two legs with a huff.