Velocity nodded without looking at him as her head fins snapped shut. She forced them open again with a muttered word down at her feet, flushing purple when they snapped shut again.

She went to go sit on the couch but immediately got back to her feet and started flapping out all four of her hands at her sides with an unhappy grinding noise in her chassis. "Nothing even happened this week," she scowled down at her feet. She'd been feeling so frustrated and unhappy and- and angry since the mission but she couldn't direct it at Megatron, could and would not. So she paced and she muttered and she snapped out her hands at her sides. "Shouldn't have to be every week. Twice, some."