Hardshell places breakdown on his open palm “Organic has one optic and swears to primus like Breakdown….but organic doesn’t taste like Breakdown”
“Oooohh …” she growled to him, moving to hold onto one of Hardshell’s large digits. “That’s because I am Breakdown …! Some fraggin’ Anon decided to be a jackaft.”
“Then why are you here and not killing annoying Anon? Do you need fuel?” He sets breakdown back to the ground.
“Does it look like I can murder anycon right now?” she asked, glad Hardshell set her back down. “I can’t do slag at the moment.”
"Fix it yourself, I have mission to do fleshy Breakdown, just don’t let Lord Megatron find you." He turns and leaves.