In the command center of Autobot City, several of the Autobots' chain of command are gathered around the two injured Eurythmen aliens. The male nurses a broken leg and a wound on his side, a little bed set up for him by First Aid. The female sits on the table next to him in her own small chair. "Thank you for rescuing us." She says into the little speaker set up to help decrypt their strange singing language. Perceptor sits in the background, monitoring the aliens. <> Elita One sits perfectly in profile, raising her arm clumsily forward. "Whatever do you mean, Perceptor?" Usually.