Perceptor was in one of the laboratories, away from his crowded bunk room. One of the buildings had recently been shelled, meaning that Autobots were now in tight quarters, with little privacy even for the more ranked individuals as he. He hummed a little bit, expecting visitors soon as he typed up data on his computer. Jackknife would be one said visitor, having come over to Perceptor's lab any number of times when something was needed from him or by him. "Good cycle Perceptor." she offers to the mech with a smile. Jackknife chuckles softly, "Leaning toward the high thousands Perceptor."