"I don't know," Arcee says, little threads of static creeping into her voice despite her best efforts. It's hard to see him so helpless, to feel just as much herself. "If I knew, I'd tell you, Orion. But I don't..."

She cycles air through her vents harshly in a frustrated sigh, letting her front fender rest lightly against Orion's bumper. "If you think you need to talk to him to set your head straight, to clarify things for yourself...you should. But Orion, just -- be careful."