Thundercracker reached up to touch the hat, exploring it a bit. At the comment, he scowled, hand dropping to lightly grip the opposite rifle. His optics flicked over to the check-in desk. His tone is somewhere between a soft growl and just sullen. "Once I have 'proper accoutrement', I'm to report back over there and 'relinquish my weaponry' until I leave." He understands it – really, he does.

Doesn't mean he has to like it.