Orion could not have been more eager to get out of the city, not that he is pleased with the circumstances. Arcee is in considerably bad condition, and in their rush to escape, traffic has gone from an annoyance to a full blown hazard. For the first time he's worried about what Earth's native population might do to them - worried that they might blame Arcee for this somehow, and try to take her from him.

He drives far more aggressively than he ever has before while ferrying her out, his horn blaring a good few times. They'd lost this one, in more ways than one.

He can relax ever so slightly once they reach the desert, but not much. He doesn't see any of the human law enforcement following them anymore, but he's even more assured of how useless in battle he is than he was before, and he's not yet sure what has become of the other Autobots. There was so much chaos that he lost track of nearly everyone.

They're the first ones to get back to the Rod Pod, and he leaves of trail of dust in the air as he skids to a stop in front of it. One of his arms is still no good for carrying much weight, but he manages to pull one of those transformations where the passenger ends up supported in his arm. He rushes her inside of the pod without a word.