Usually, he is. Usually, he's not dealing with a stifled self repair given the opportunity to work.

He blinks slowly, the words taking longer to normal to process. When they do, he grimaces slightly; there's an irrational protest at the effort that remains unspoken, because she as absolutely right. He can't stay like this...

Exventing once, he makes a vague noise of assent, gesturing for her to give him some room before he starts to fold himself in to the dinged-up semitruck.

There, he transformed.

...and is remaining in place.