Breakdown doesn't see Di — he doesn't really see much that isn't a giant robot or a car that looks like it might fold out into one, actually. He's hunkered down in his root mode, one fist clenched and the other cycled into a large hammer. This feels like just what he's been waiting for, a way to burn off some of this helpless, frustrated energy in a good old brawl. He doesn't even care what they're here for, honestly. All he needs is five minutes and an Autobot. He passes directly below Di's building, a grim smirk in place as he scans the area.