Tarantulas immediately deflates. You keep derailing him every time he starts to build up a dramatic head of steam, Vika, it's rather rude. "It's not that much of a secret," he grumbles quietly. "I just don't want to deal with an Autobot doctor poking at me."

He drops heavily to the floor and scurries off again, returning with dustpan and hand-broom to clean up the glass. "It was nice to pretend for a while, that I had nothing in common with him," he grumbles while he works. "Actually, I'm not sure I do after all. His spark energy's strange; I have a few different hypotheses about why, but based on the way he describes Cybertronian history the most likely explanation is that he's from a parallel universe, with different physical laws than mine. Just like all these humans from alternate Earths. Ironic, isn't it?"