"Yes, Hiro; we use 'whatever' in 2014." Sam's tone was dry, but she didn't mind the teasing much---or at all. It was, she suspected, only to be expected; Hiro seemed to be every bit as bad as she was for beakin' off to bigger people, and besides, his sense of humour was agreeable enough (and bound to be a huge help in processing what had happened). "Speakin' of, Breakdown--"

She started when Breakdown's horn went, but not as strongly as Hiro had---the sudden sound was sort of surprising, but it explained the flicker of intent across the big bot's aura. Amused, Sam returned to the inquiry she'd been about. "I've been meaning to ask, when were you on Earth? This little punk is from two decades further on than I am. Between the two of you, I don't know whether I feel kinda old or really, really green."