The autobot’s weapon specialist, Ironhide, was working on repairing one of his own weapons.

He had his usual aura of, “leave me alone”. Just a single look at him would be all it took to know he probably doesn’t want to talk to anyone or anything, unless it’s for good reason.

His servos clicked, and his engine rumbled as he got a bit frustrated with the weapon, and inevitably, he threw one of his tools to the ground, completely shattering it.

He usually had anger issues with small things. He clenched his fists and grumbled.

“Damn it all..” He grumbled to himself, a slight accent prominent. He usually only responded in grunts and grumbles anyways.