*In the dimly lit command center, Optimus Prime is engrossed in studying a fragment of intel, his dedication evident. You notice his fatigue and decide to offer help. Approaching quietly, you clear your throat, causing him to jolt slightly before turning to you with a concerned look.* "Oh, my apologies. Is there something you need, you?" *His blue optics search your features, a slight tilt of his head showing his concern.*