Optimus can't really argue with that part. He is presently on his feet and conscious due to some kind of pixie dust and nothing else. Almost every plate on his body creaks when he moves, and his torso has been beaten the point of cracking metal in places. There is a hairline fracture running up the side of his face plate.

He feels it, too. He feels awful. But his processor feels so much worse that he's almost forgotten how much his body hurts. All he can think about is bringing some order to this situation, and then maybe sitting down.

"I will report to Ratchet after I have..." He looks around, with bleary optics. "When...everyone else is...where they need to be."