Arcee's grumbling is interrupted by a startled horn toot as the announcer's voice booms out, ordering the contestants for race 4 to check in with the race steward.

"Slagging glitch brained...." She drives forward, and then transforms as she approaches the desk, where other beings are also gathering in a fairly neat line. Several of these beings give the pink and white femme a knowing look and keep a distance from her, but one distinctive young yellow Autobot pipes up cheerfully and is swiftly and mercilessly dressed down for the affront.

Poor Hotshot.