[Wheeljack shook his head as he watched the commands scroll up his screen. The primitive startup sequence was...endearing, actually. And the diagnostic results explained a LOT.]

Frag, pal, why'd ya let yourself go so long?

[He turned away to start gathering tools to open the little bot up and begin repairs when the hiss of steam made him turn back around. He saw the look of alarm on The Spine's face - really, who could blame the poor guy! - and moved quickly into the bot's field of vision.]

The Spine? Can ya hear me? It's Wheeljack.

[He'd wait for clear recognition before saying - let alone doing - anything else.]