[He grunts at that, but doesn't snap or grumble about it. Kids and their language.]

No. Your planet was about to be enslaved, and your race annihilated. We were fighting off an incursion of Decepticon forces... and their leader.

[While theirs was dead, but that's another story. In response to her question, he fumbles on the video feed. An Onix is peering curiously at the screen from behind him.]

This.

[And Ironhide holds up a snarling ball of fur.]