Arcee snarks at her friend just as sharply as she'd been snarking at the little Minicon, then turns on her heel and stalks out from behind the bar with her optics blazing as she ignores Blackout's amused rumbling.

"Arcee?" Keg comes to meet her. "Are we going going now?"

"Shut the slag up and let me think!"

"..." This is a whipped puppy look, it is.