"I'll level with you, the only Autobot that I recognize by name who isn't Mister Prime is Arcee. You can laugh at my gay ass at your discretion." She pats First Aid on the shoulder, and her voice gentles, tinges with a faint wonder:

"A good franchise though...that's the wrong way to think about it, Doctor. It's a force of nature, ancient and powerful, the stories of your people are everywhere, in every form. High dramas of war and reconciliation, comedies, action movies your fans argue about incessantly -" she pauses. "- don't ask about those - games, toys, merch. The humans of my Earth write children's shows where the Autobots help demonstrate being good people, because kids love y'all and know you're heroes, hell, a friend of mine made Optimus Prime in a drafting program when he took a class on it - engineering, y'know? From our perspective you're so much bigger than life that we can't always do you justice, but I promise, there's people trying again right now."