[Rumble doesn't startle easily around robots anymore, luckily, setting down the can to hop up onto it, craning his head forward to sniff at McCrane with a chirp.]

My claws'll be fine. Should try t'save 'em for now anyway.

Probably wouldn't hurt to ask around about it.

[Barricade shutters his optics briefly when the other mech quiets.]

He have grave portents to pass on, or somethin'?