"Awesome," he grins, not being able to help how happy he looks at the access he's been given. Seeing that surgery would seriously help his own personal research. It's not like there's a lot of Cybertronians who'll let you operate on them floating around L.A. right now. Or cadavers.

Newt scratches at the stubble on his neck, nodding as Baelheit talks, only half paying attention, his own brain running through possible uses for the fuel, possible applications to cybernetic tissue as well as countless other quick ideas, but his attention is regained when Baelheit finishes.

"--Woah, wait. Did you just say you have a prototype? A transforming prototype? Are we talking a car or a prosthetic, or what?"