The handshake feels warmer, softer somehow that the others he had taken in the Magnus Armor. Casual contact is a wonderful sensation yet uncomfortable to sustain when wearing armor. It was disingenuous. Ultra Magnus formed no bonds with other mechs. He could not get too close to anyone.

Minimus lets go of Megatron's hand and lifts his head to face him. "We ought not to waste time." A serious nod, but one with some energy behind it. This isn't the distant gesture of a professional keeping away from his coworker.