'Byrne' could easily have been a Cybertronian name in how closely it managed to remind Depth Charge of one particular fire ant, but given that he had a surname that didn't seem all too likely. Which meant, if Byrne was human, he was probably due an odd look some time soon for his own name. Great. Just what he needed- to stand out even more.

"Depth Charge," he said, in a way that suggested it was less an answer and more an admission. Still, if the smile the man had given him was as genuine as it looked- who would fake a smile that half-sparked anyway?- he wasn't about to start churning out any awkward, ill-advised comments or questions. Something about a slagged-up day (or night, in this case) seemed to turn up a guy's sensitivity radar.

He knew that from personal experience, at least, because sitting across from Byrne now he could guess that the guy was probably taking pity on him anyway. In any other circumstances it might have riled him up, but- well, scrap, it wasn't as though he didn't already feel sorry enough for himself. "So what's your story?" he asked bluntly. If he asked first, he wouldn't have to give his own account. "You look like slag."