Minimus needed a moment to understand the swerve in the direction of this conversation. He had revealed his true identity, he had confessed an important part of his being, and Tyzias had treated it as a minor fact to add to the paperwork? Where was the shock? Where were the questions?

He had not prepared for this. No one had reacted to Ultra Magnus with little regard. His reputation did not carry over to this universe, obviously, but to experience the lack of reverence typically associate when introducing himself as Minimus was...a challenge to experience.

"Right, yes, I do. As the former duly appointed enforcer of the Tyrest Accord, I have thousands of years of experience in apprehending war criminals and those that sought to break the Interplanetary Code of Conduct."

Was this not what he desired - a lack of differentiation in the form into which he was forged and the one granted to him. Rodimus referred to him with the same nickname, Ten had a slight preference for Minimus over Magnus, and the crew showed the same level of disrespect no matter which set of armor he bore. Still, he had to be thankful that there were no gossips on the same level as Swerve.

However, the pieces of dialogue that he had expected were so quickly removed that he stumbled, as if the stairs he had expected to be in the dark suddenly disappeared.

"Tyzias, while I will be walking about in this form, am I required to have my personal identification to be a photo of Minimus Ambus?"

That was what worried him.