He wasn't pleased with that little flicker of approval. He didn't care, all right? Except, of course he did and Cliffjumper made sure he didn't grin, because that'd just be embarrassing.

Soft laughter and a few nods went through the cabin, and then they'd finally landed, the city that had risen up to meet them so much like what he could remember from before the war it almost hurt.

There were, of course, even obvious differences Cliffjumper noted while the ambassador led them out and he honestly didn't listen to whatever she said, at all. Far more interested by seeing proof of a genuinely and proper cybertronian city.