"Oh no, that's okay," First Aid says quickly. "Arcee is really cool, everyone thinks so."

He falls silent, though, as Erin continues speaking. His visor flickers slightly, fixed on her to the exclusion of all else. For a moment all his worries fall away, drowned out by the rising tide of wonder in his spark. "They," he finally says, sounding a little choked up for all that he doesn't have the parts to cry. "They really love us that much, on your Earth? We're...we're really that important, even though they only see us as fictional characters?"

He rubs his face, metal making faint clicks against metal before he pulls a deep breath of air through his vents. "All we've wanted, since we woke up in Oregon, was to be good friends to humanity. It hasn't always been easy -- my presence here being a case in point. But knowing there are humans somewhere who love us enough to tell our story over and over...that's beautiful."

Against all logic, First Aid sniffles a little. "Thank you for telling me," he says quietly.