[At Arcee, those fists drop finally, swinging to his sides. Can't say he's upset at the meetup--it could have definitely been worse. But it's slightly humorous, to say the least.]

Seems like we always meet up when scrap's goin' down. If I believed in that kinda stuff, I'd say the world's doin' it on purpose.

[Like say, make them be chaparones.]

So is this like...our first date?

[Wheeljack's about to intercept that, but something catches his attention. That moan. Didn't sound overly pleasant.]

...

[And suddenly, he's on guard.]

The scrap was that.