"Last time I checked, everything around here smart enough to use technology is, unfortunately, squishy. And seeing how I'm not picking up any Cybertronian signatures..."

He idly did a barrelroll-let whoever was broadcasting see him show off, if they could see him. "And that would be me, myself, and I. Jetstorm, Vehicon air commander, at your-no, scratch that-not at your service. Who's asking, anyway?"