It was a wonder he'd even been able to sneak away from the house, somehow astonished that he hadn't been stopped by an endless throng of questions or hold-up from Twitch and Thrash. But at least he was here now. "Been a while, huh?" His voice eventually coaxes you to step into the light of the alley you stood in, just shy of the racing track where you both could already hear the familiar rev of engines. The Decepticon emblem on your chassis gleams as you cross your arms and lean against the wall. "I was starting to think you'd bail on me." There's somewhat of a sass to his tone now. You glance back in the direction of the track. Five minutes left until the race starts, you should probably get going. But it couldn't hurt to catch up with an old friend first, right?