The Seeker's wings twitch at the first comment, riding high on his back.  But he studies the other mech, thinking he recognizes what the problem is.  He's seen it enough times in some of the lower-ranking Decepticons, especially those who were tricked or bullied into the faction against their will.

  He's been abused…is that it?

  He certainly knew what that felt like and what that did to a mech.  Unless he trusted the one who got close enough to even try, he himself was apt to answer an unexpected or unwanted touch with his rifles as often as not.  Huh.  He'd keep that in mind.

  So it's your job you're trying to prove?  Hmn.  Something else to note and file for later, perhaps.

  The question catches him a bit off-guard, but he supposes it shouldn't surprise him, even after so long.  Being what he is and all.

  "…I know I'm not a decent mech, but still, it's the decent thing to do, right?  We're both police officers, both have a job to do.  I assume it's that twisted Ratchet that you're hunting?  I have been too.  Two can cover more ground than one, and we'd avoid needless overlap if we coordinate."

  …frag, when he start sounding like a slagging Autobot?  Talking about coordination and teamwork and the like…