That's a comfort, though a small one. Arcee doesn't feel good about the fact that he's so jumpy, that he's so...unlike himself. He hasn't been faring well since he left the Rod Pod, that much is clear, and Arcee feels a pang of guilt in her spark. Maybe she should have tried to get him to stay longer, at least until he'd recovered.

"Not really," she admits grimly, sighing. "You weren't in great shape when you left. That's...why I wanted to make sure you were doing all right." And evidently, you're not, is what she wants she want to say, but that doesn't seem constructive. She's never had to choose her words so carefully with him before. "You haven't been attacked, have you?"