There. Optic-to-op- ah, eye-to-eye contact. Depth Charge let the tension leave his shoulders, glad to have something solid he could recognise in the Decepticon at last rather than another stealth assault. They could play this one straight.

"Back atcha, big guy," he answered, nodding once and trying to ignore how strange it felt to discuss strategy with Lugnut, of all people. "So. You had any illuminations, or do we need to put our processors together?"