Thank you. [The relief in his voice is an almost palpable force.]

[Perceptor nods, a faint look of unease crossing his features.] It already seems to produce a discomforting quantity of, ah... Autobot parts. [Of course, Perceptor has gotten surprisingly used to dealing with scavenged pieces over the years he spent in the Deadzone. The "debris" is disconcerting, certainly, but not as tragically horrifying as it might have been to, say, someone like First Aid.]

[His expression brightens, though, at that last. His possessive grasp had been noted, had it?]

Oh! Th-thank you!