"I believe we do," Baelheit says, and if he were a man who smiles, there will be a slight quirk to his lips now. But his face remains as impassive as ever, his eyebrows raising only slightly as he gives Starscream another cursory glance. "I would offer to shake on it, but... Well."

He shifts his weight, readjusting his grip on his briefcase. "Please forward me the data you promised, and I think we should arrange for another meeting... A consultation visit, if you will. I'd like to examine you and determine the cause of your -- is there a name your people have for this condition, Commander? Being unable to transform?"