[Luckily, he hadn't been aware the whole time. But it had taken a while for stasis lock to set in, and early on he'd, briefly, been jolted out of it for a few times when the ice shifted. Never enough to allow him to get out, though.]

Well, it certainly wasn't pleasant, but at least I have some practice coming online in a place I don't recognize... even if the last one was a Cybertronian ship, instead of an inadequately defined place claiming to have survied the destruction of everything else. [Jetfire's voice is dry as he speaks, the earlier depression not so much gone as put away for now. You didn't just get over something like that, after all.]

I'm not exactly sure what to... aah, well. What is expected of us? [That seems like useful to ask as well as... the view suddenly, and briefly, change theupper part of Jetfire's frame to show a thigh. A thigh which have the Keep tattoo circling it.]

You wouldn't know what this is? [Jetfire doesn't look annoyed so much as vaguely concerned; it's not hidden (since he's hardly wearing clothes, and considering his size (even if he's been shrunk), it's large. hard to miss.]