[He won't be given that moment. Breakdown steps over the moment Jetstorm comes to a stop, and clamps a hand on the back of his neck, picking the minicon up and settling him on his feet.]

Look, I want to help you, Jetstorm. I know you're all out of sorts right now, we all are when we first get here. Trying to deal with it on your own isn't the answer. ...Talk to me, all right?