[ Ping! The crane game has won the money of another carnival goer again.

Meanwhile, Prowl narrows his remaining optic at him. His tone is still clipped and sharp. ]

Circumstances, unfortunately, require us to work together. I can overlook my personal feelings on the matter for the sake of whatever mission comes next.

I ask you to keep it at that. I’ve no interest in being friends or comrades. We’re allied temporarily, out of necessity and nothing more. Do we have an understanding?