Some people get mopey when they're handed a somewhat humiliating public defeat. Maybe hit the Bar Moon and try to drink their sulk away. In Jetfire's case it just meant getting back to work. If anything its with a new focus, having been well reminded of why he had started on this project in the first place. Once completely out from under the cannon, Chromedome transforms. Landing to the ground with a light thud, Stylor looks up at Jetfire. "What my esteemed and rather drab partner is trying to say, Jetfire." he pauses, giving the scientist a once over again. "Is that your fat."