He doesn't move. Not while he's lowered, not while he's restrained. Arcee did her work well. There's a bit of a stir when Arcee speaks, more in response to her voice than to anything being said. His optics flicker, the scanner flashing briefly, before he goes slack again.

He's starting to come around, but slowly. The knocks to his head smashed his face in more than it already was, and oil stains the entire lower half of his face, down to his chestplate. His wings spark a little, when Prowl restrains them, and that does garner a reaction. A quiet hiss of air through vents.

They flick, too, though whether it's an instinctive response or something else, remains to be seen.