Double scrap. It's obvious the girl's asked her a totally normal question for a human. Arcee's done plenty of infiltration work in her career as an Autobot, but her experience with blending in with alien life is comparatively limited. And humans are awfully prone to random chatter with strangers. She's just glad Rodimus isn't here to see this, her eyebrows shooting up as she fumbles for an actual answer. Working out. That means exercise -- training. From what she knows about humans, that means something different for them -- organic bodies are such a strange notion for her to get her head around -- but the concept is familiar at least.

"Oh -- well, yeah," she says as though that should have been obvious, hoping for a quick recovery. "Of course. Practically every day."