On the outside, Ultra Magnus looks grim and unwavering.

On the inside, he weeps as the crumbs trickle down, spreading over his lap and getting stuck in crevices. The crumbs will remain until he washes next. It is truly horrifying.

The request is not unusual, and by now he's practiced. Magnus reaches over, his fingertips finding Misfire's abdomen.

"I have a question." He hesitates. This could be construed as rude, but...

"There is a shower large enough for us here. Have you used it yet?"