Damn it. If there had been even a sliver of doubt left in Arcee's mind, it's totally gone now. By some vast stroke of misfortune, Airachnid's on this planet too, and she's already taken to terrorizing the local organics. No doubt looking for more trophies to add to her collection, to add another notch to her scorecard of mass genocide and manipulation. Arcee feels her spark clench with anger, burning hot. She hasn't heard from Airachnid, hasn't run into her since the death of her last partner, Backlash. Arcee's not sure which is worse -- if Airachnid came to Earth by coincidence, or if she's on Arcee's trail again.

Man, is she having the worst luck on this planet.

"It's okay," she says quietly, her voice level and strong, hoping that'll be of comfort to the little girl. After a moment's hesitation, she reaches out and puts a hand on the little girl's shoulder. "I understand that must have been...very scary for you. Did she manage to hurt you or anyone who was with you? How did you get away?"

She finds it hard to imagine that Airachnid wouldn't have pursued such an easy target, that she would have just let the little girl go. Airachnid's always been fond of games, but even this seems too forgiving for her tastes.