Though not to Turbulence's extent, Prism had been somewhat worried about the too-helpful Junkions. She went along in good faith, seeing as they were kind enough to be respectful in a territory that wasn't their own, as well as helpful to folks who really needed it. Turbulence was right, Iacon was a ways away, and even with a big team like his moving Prime around, Wreck-Gar would still have to push his crew to get them moving at a good pace. 

"All We ask for in return is hospitality and some scraps." His right hand moved above his head, his elbow pointed at a perfect ninety degrees while his left arm was move back behind his body. "We're rocking and rolling to get the job done, and I promise that we won't take any of your big autobot toys." His fingers all curled inward with the exception of the smallest finger on the end. "Pinkie promise." He spoke again. 

She couldn't exactly say no to them. They already pulled Prime's pod out of the ground, and were getting him ready to move, but this was a decision that she could not make on her own. Looking back at Turbulence, she sighed and looked out to the expanse. "Thank you Wreck-Gar, really. But I want to wait until the rest of the team gets here. It's only fair that they agree to this as well."

High above the Autobots and the Junkions, another small metallic shape soared high above them. The Junkions had taken notice of it long before Prime had crashed onto earth, and was actually the reason that they had followed the pod to Cybertron in the first place. It's sleek black and red shape was build for stealth and cutting through the air, a little camera on what appeared to be the face of the machine popped out from the crown of it's head.