That grating voice, the smug, cloying manner...there's something naggingly familiar about it. Arcee's sure he's a Decepticon, and she's sure she knows him. But she can't quite place it just yet. The avatar's eyes flash angrily and she takes a half-step start toward him, just stepping in closer, because she'd mindful of their surroundings -- can't risk an open confrontation. Not worth it.

Yet.

"I wouldn't be so sure," she bites out, half-hissing the words. "You and your Lord Megatron aren't going to get out of this scot-free, believe me. I know what Megatron's done. I'm telling you right now -- it's not going to work."

She sounds far more confident than she feels, but anger is an excellent motivator. She's been seething over this for days, tamping it down, but now that she's finally encountered a Decepticon, it's all starting to bubble to the surface.