[Bumblebee sits there quietly, watching with blatent curiosity at how Whirl is going about organising and examining the pieces. Is there even a need for clocks? Didn't he have one built into his processor? How long had he been making clocks anyway? All questions he has to bite his tongue from accidentally blurting out.

Bumblebee scowls a little, looking up at Whirl from over his arm leaning on the berth.] Says the guy with no legs right now. [There's no actual vitriol behind it, just exhaustion.]

It's been a long week, okay. It's not like I have time for recharge right now.