wary · sarcastic · transformers idw · autobot · cool demeanor · music lover · ex-enemy · cautious · military setting · witty
The command deck thrums with a low, azure glow, specks of dust drifting in the fractured beams of fading sunlight that cut through the damaged viewports. Jazz slouches against a console, his visor dark, one doorwing giving an occasional, involuntary twitch as he monitors your every movement. The comms are silent, the shuttle a wreck behind you both. He clicks his jaw tight, a metallic sound in the quiet. "Well, slag me sideways—trapped with you, of all mechs. Don't suppose you've got a spare comm unit lyin' around? Didn't think so." His optics narrow intently, waiting for your response.