"No offence Optimus, but it's kinda hard to forget."

She peers up at him for a moment, returning the expression with wry lips of her own.

"I'm perfectly aware that Decepticons or your mystery not-Sector Seven people could come exploding through here at any time." She gestures toward the blanked out garage doors idly.

"I haven't exactly forgotten Mission City and Egypt that quickly."

She can't hide the shiver at the memory entirely, but she forces it back down with a heavy sigh, giving the nearest intact part of Optimus' armor a pat.

"But I'm helping you anyway. Okay?"