Jadewing frowned, noticing the way the human glanced his way. Seeking approval, perhaps? Or just trying to see what he thought.

He was pleased to note that Deckard was keeping the strange organic covered. True, the hoofed squishy didn't look like much of a threat, but well... Cybertronians of all races ought to know that appearances could be deceiving.

Galos' offer sounded good alright. Maybe a little too good, under the circumstances. "What's the catch?", he asked. Because there was almost always a catch, and before he went anywhere with this being he wanted to know what it was. "How did you find us way out here? And like the human asked, where is 'here' anyway?"