Wheeljack spun at the sound of a familiar voice. He'd have been relieved and glad for any familiar voice, but that one . . . exponentially more so.

"Ratch!?" He peeled himself off the wall and slipped carefully through the throng of people to meet his best friend, pulling the other into a hug on reflex. Then he stepped back, meeting the other's optics. "Ratch, where...where are we? What's goin' on?" He'd heard a number of things, but too unbelievable. He needed to hear them from someone he knew, someone he trusted.