Krok's expression twists with irony and something wordless at the idea that the K-cons were fuelled up before leaping to their deaths. It certainly would have made for far more effective explosions.

"Getting their energon's worth, I suppose," he murmurs darkly. Not wrong from a tactical standpoint at the very least. Less morose, he adds when he sees Fulcrum looking the drink over, "As far as I can tell from my stay, it's the real thing. The imitation stuff always has that cloying ethanol aftertaste, but no such trouble here. I've thought about looking into how they get it," since most organic worlds can't be bothered to stock engex, let alone actual, volatile energon, "but administration seems somewhat dense." He certainly hasn't had the impression that they'll answer just any queries.