Rodimus grins when he hears the familiar voice, although he doesn't turn. He's been watching the ebb and flow of the crowd for the past twenty kliks, astonished by the sheer volume and variety of Cybertronians who'd made their way back to the home planet. It was incredible...although how good or bad it would turn out to be remained to be seen.

"A second? 'Course. 'Captain, though...that's got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" he says, continuing his leisurely observance. "'Captain.'"