Rafael had his coat zipped up to his chin and the hood pulled over his head, only his face exposed to the cold wind. It wasn't terribly cold, but the wind was like ice blowing straight through him. He left the library and got on his scooter, holding the handle bars tightly with mittened hands. He kept a wary eye out as he began pushing himself down the wholly deserted street, eyes peeled for any vehicles at all, lest they be more Decepticons.
It wasn’t so much Decepticon’s that Raf had to look out for, Neutrals were also something to remember. Especially tri-coloured neutrals who were still looking for little brainiacs. Perhaps not being of military make or a warbuild allowed him to move quieter in the empty streets, waiting for the rattling of little tires down the sidewalk to his location before snapping his servo out to scoop Raf, scooter and all, up.
Nice and high off the ground, no jumping for you, and he was raising Raf to optic level with a little smile.