Jadewing nodded at the human's assent. Some Decepticons may well have just demanded help, especially from a squishy, but well... maybe Haven had rubbed off on Jadewing a bit more than he'd thought. Not to mention, though he'd figured the human would agree, given that he didn't know the full extent of her abilities it was probably best to try and be polite.

He was just about to shift enough to let Deckard get behind him and boost the woman up, when he saw movement that had nothing to do with any of them out of the corner of his optic. Instinct took over and his arm snapped up to aim his his gun at the potential threat. Except that it was his left arm, and the motion sent a jolt of pain through his left side as his wrenched wing protested the action. He let out a brief yelp of pain which he quickly bit off short, growling curses at his own reflexes in Cybertronian and several Earth languages until the pain faded a bit.

Needless to say, this did not improve his mood. "Who are you?", he demanded of the stranger, eyeing both the organic and the disc-shaped drones that floated along behind him with deep suspicion.