She hadn't expected - considering what he'd just informed the whole muttering crowd of - to be pinged, but was pleased... and nervous, that she had been. She knew they had failed. It was inevitable, since they'd hit two floors below the hall where the party was held.

But how? Where had their information failed? Optics cycling once and briefly shaking her helm, she slid away from Ratbat, bowing to the senator before walking towards the door and the Prime, taking the offered arm with ease and grace she did not feel.

"Thank you. But I think I'm supposed to be the one doing the escorting here, yes?" She smiled teasingly, actually honest as well as a way to hide her unease and as a display for the senators moving about them. She briefly stretched the hand of the arm not threaded with his to rest against the back of Optimus' closest hand; deliberate and intimate, but not overly so.

Really, had the situation been different, she wouldn't... at all... have minded Optimus actually taking her up on these - function-related - implicit offers. She'd have made some offers on her own. He was a handsome, intelligent mech after all, and charmingly sweet.

She was not deactivated and sparkless and preferred her mechs to be heavy-duty and streamlined (femmes were slightly different).