[He grunts, focusing on staying upright, for now.]

[But at the offer, he shoots Jetfire a look more or less intended to peel paint. Well-intended or no, it's someone else's territory. His repairs are for one 'bot, and one 'bot alone.]

[... one who isn't here.]

You have something to cut through this armor? Weld up the cuts?

[He figures that's a more... tactful... response than a snarl, anyway. He looks away, attempting to hunch his shoulders.]

This side is fine. Standing next to the bad one already.