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Rollbar trudges back in, probably looking for a place to sit that hasn't got a furtive Predacon in it.
"All right." With a glance at the sign, he sits back on the nearest couch and looks around. "I know about us, but what do the rest of you do when your team's havin' a run of bad luck?"
His tone takes a turn towards the grumbling. "And failin' that, any bright ideas on how to stop a tank ambushin' you?"