"Our hab suite," Krok says softly, looking up and staring at the switch in Ironhide's hand. It looks so tiny, he thinks dully. So tiny to hold every fear and anxiety he feels about losing his crew. "The others are there… I- I wanted to speak with…" But he trails off there. He didn't want to speak with Ultra Magnus so much as he wanted to make demands. To be angry and hurt and try to make someone else hurt.

Because, he tells himself, afraid, they won't help.

"I wanted him to do something about… Chromedome. For hurting us. For taking-" he can't finish the sentence, sobbing instead.