It's strange, how in a few short months Arcee had become so accustomed to Orion's mannerisms, and the staunch stoicism of Optimus Prime is almost arresting. She doesn't quite stiffen, but there is a sense of an aborted gesture on her face, a look that scuttles into something military and diligent, standing tall.

"It's good to see you, sir." There's no shortage of truth to that, and Arcee suddenly finds it difficult to moderate the warmth in her voice. She'd never been cool or curt with Optimus, they'd been close in a way, but nothing that rivaled the particular closeness she'd had with Orion. When she thinks too hard about it, she realizes she can't quite remember how she'd used to speak to Optimus in moments of quiet.

"How are you feeling?"