Arcee's eyes sharpen with alarm. That sounds all too familiar -- dangerously so -- if she's landed on this planet, started terrorizing humans... Arcee crouches a little lower, quieting her voice a little so that only Matilda can hear. "Did she try to hurt you or your family? Are you all right? And -- did she say her name?"

It might not be her. This far out in the galaxy, there are dozens of possibilities. She can't just jump to conclusions. But deep down, Arcee can feel it in her spark -- she can feel it in her fuel tanks, heavy and dreading. She already knows the answer.