"Well, I'd hope so," Knock Out says in exasperation. "I mean, otherwise, what would be the point?"

It's clear that he considers gathering information from the local natives about as useful for reconnaissance as sitting around watching a pair of dogs sniff each others' asses. Mostly he's bitter. With his recent revelation that he can no longer harm any humans without some serious repercussion, the idea of spending the afternoon surrounded by skinjobs only sours him further. He glances around haughtily, his expression darkens.

"Starscream, you ran into one of the Autobots' avatars, didn't you? What did it look like?"