[SHIT SON you /are/ Skywarp! Hold still and stop whining! . . . TC doesn't actually say anything aloud, though any psychic in the neighborhood probably just got a headeache from him.]

[TC studies the wrist, the sight eliciting a small grimace. Then a sigh.]

No, I don't. Though it's frankly a wonder Megatron never thought of it to have Hook build something like that in to the rest of us. Hmn.

[He opens an access panel on his forearm, exposing numerous cables and a few fuel lines. He points at one of the lines.]

This one.

[He'll catch Dirge's hand before he can start, though, glaring dangerously.]

Take only what you need for me to get you to the hospital. Try for more, and your sense of taste won't be all you'll be missing.