He doesn't move his hand, or try to jerk it away or... anything. Just keeps it steady until the Decepticon takes his item back. Only then does he straighten, and, creaking in the joints, press his back to the wall, arms folded.
He glances up and down the hall a few times.
"Used to be a bodyguard, y'know?" he drawls, seemingly out of nowhere. "Go on. Wait for 'im. I'll play furniture."
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He doesn't move his hand, or try to jerk it away or... anything. Just keeps it steady until the Decepticon takes his item back. Only then does he straighten, and, creaking in the joints, press his back to the wall, arms folded.
He glances up and down the hall a few times.
"Used to be a bodyguard, y'know?" he drawls, seemingly out of nowhere. "Go on. Wait for 'im. I'll play furniture."