"You let a human work on you?" There's a thread of rising alarm in Arcee's voice, though it's not accusatory, just worried. "Orion, that could have been incredibly dangerous. I'm sure most humans don't mean us any harm here, but -- "

Well, she still doesn't know who exactly was responsible for the mind control. It could have been human, it could've been something else, but they don't know what humans are capable of. What they'd do with information on Cybertronians. Discretion has always been their top priority on alien planets.

But it's his last comment that catches her off guard. So much of their conversation has been painful, strained; Arcee knows he's just been trying to be courteous, polite even, but the genuine admission of regret is strangely unexpected. It's strangely personal, coming from someone who'd seemingly been trying to put distance between himself and the Autobots. Her tone softens immediately, taking the words to heart.

"Orion, it's...all right. It's not your fault. It's...part of the package, I guess."