Considering that Bluestreak had once claimed the inventor could build a neutron bomb from a wristwatch and a rusty can? Actually, Wheeljack was still toying the concept...

"The wha- Oh, this?" He pulled out the device he'd been handed. It seemed elementary enough, though he could probably do just as well with his onboard comm. Then again, those tentacles had tried to give him clothing "just like everyone else" too. That, he'd politely declined.

He cycled a deep pull of air, grimacing inwardly at the thin layer of slime still coating his intake filters. That wasn't the important consideration, though. He looked up at his long-time friend, as serious as he'd ever been.

"Tell me what I can do ta help, Ratchet."