"Yeah. I'd get the comm ring integrated into your systems when you get a chance- those things are guaranteed to work if everything else fails. I can transfer over what I have on my omnicom to yours later." It was like falling back into an old routine; he didn't have to worry about what he could or couldn't tell Wheeljack because he trusted the mech with just about everything. And considering they were here, being told that they were drafted into some multi-dimensional war, 'everything' was probably something his friend could stand to know.

The reply to his following query was immediate: "Right now? Don't get sick. I can take you down to medical to see for yourself, but I've pretty much just told you everything we've got on this thing so far." He paused, expression softening slightly. "Trust me, that you're awake is a load off my shoulders all on its own. Once we get this situation under control and lift the quarantine, you can take a trip down to engineering; you won't be lacking for anything to do after that I'm sure."