She feels a brief surge of regret, mostly at letting him know in this fashion, almost wondering if it would have been better to just show up and surprise him at his workshop. Though she doesn’t beat herself up about if for long, what’s done is done, and he finally knew know what she should have told him sooner. Even though she’d wanted to give him time to recover before dumping this on him, it might have been best to tell him sooner after all.
Hearing him refer to the place as theirs brought a warm smile to her face, and a pleased rumble to her engine. She could still recall a time when he hadn’t been interested in living with her, at least not for more than a short while. ::Yeah, I’m at home. I’ll get half pint to pick up her toys if you’re on the way. Wouldn’t want you tripping over her horde when you get back.::
«Yeah, on my way. There still somewhere bombproof to leave Slagheap for a while? He’s stealing and eating stuff again. Put on a ton or two wince you last saw him.»
That, and he doesn’t want to have to watch the Predacon like a gearfalcon to keep it from lunging in curiosity or taking a bite out of anything. Wheeljack could tolerate damage to his own frame - he was fairly used to it - but he wasn’t going to let the thing do damage to anyone else.
«And… do I need to get anything while I head in?» Something for the bitlet? Something for Drift? He doesn’t know what he means. Maybe something to redeem himself for locking himself in his workspace again.