I think he needs his hands, Blurr.

[Then Jetfire pauses as he realises slowly realises that was wrong, again, and shakes his helm.]

And if we're only... going for a walk, I doubt he'd feel the need to... to come with. Though if we wanted to get some air... There was this place I had considered...

[Jetfire hums thoughtfully, and, surprisingly precisely and gently, guides Blurr in front of him as he steps away from the wall. There's... minimal but still obvious weaving as they walk for the door.]

It should take... two hours I think. Maybe. Maybe three... for the high grade to have been... ah, processed enough.