[Wheeljack's upright, at least. He doesn't seem to be limping like last time, but he still looks a lot more beat up than when Donnie had first come upon him in the hall.

Donnie glances down at himself, waving a hand after he's set his tools down.]

They're feeling better.

[Which is the truth, otherwise he wouldn't be standing on them. He stuffs his hands into the pockets of the purple hoodie he wears, walking over to better speak with his guest.]

You can sit if you want. There's a button there that extends a seat from the wall. Handy, right?