"Of course we can do that--" He starts up waspishly. He can't even believe he's sticking around to have this conversation, with a human, when he should be booking it to safety before the Earth authorities show up to make life more difficult for him.

Yet here he is, still dawdling. He glances over his shoulder briefly at the sound of wailing sirens off in the distance. Why in Primus's name would a tiny little human want to offer him assistance? Not that the idea of making off with even more tanks isn't tempting, but he's naturally suspicious of her motivations, and his optics narrow suspiciously as he starts to size her up in a new light.

"And why, pray tell, would you want to do that?" She has to have some sort of angle. Everyone always does.