"Yeah, I er...thanks," Rodimus says, startled by the hand on his shoulder. These 'cons are making him jumpy. "That's...that's pretty much everywhere, right there, isn't it, then?"

He suspicious of how good natured this 'bot seems. So far he'd categorise the Decepticons on this ship into a Venn diagram of sadistic, conniving, and blatantly terrifying...none of these categories seem to fit Breakdown. He is off-put by the genuineness of this interaction.

"So...stay away from Big Bad, and the three S's; got it. What'd'you do 'round here?" asks Rodimus sincerely.