"A small price, I suppose," Krok murmurs. "At least for this sort of comfort and safety." He's never had anything of the sort, himself, and he's willing to trade off some personal space and comfort by touching organics in exchange. And he has his crew, now, too. At least he isn't alone among the Autobots any longer.

He sighs and lowers his voice.

"If it does prove untenable, we can always find a way out," he says. They're scavengers; they find their own way.