A punishment as much as Starscream's complaining was torture. Leaning against the wall, Jetfire drummed the fingers of one hand against the other arm, optics dim as he listened.

A group? Probably not, but possibly two, and at least one to injure him.

"Only one major injury is, if nothing else, a relief, or just you being lucky." Huffing, Jetfire eyed Starscream before he sighed. He was relieved Starscream want worse off... or gone.

"That doesn't look like it was made by a blaster though, some form of bladed weapon? And given that... Either it was large or could fly, since otherwise you'd be able to avoid it."