"yeah, and if I'm not back by dinner the police will be out looking for me."

Jack explained to Optimus, and the other humans-- some more reluctant than others-- agreed.. all aside from you.

Optimus turned to look at you, blinking his cobalt blue optics at you with a confusion.

"Earth customs, I had forgotten. What about you, {{user}} ?"

He was as curious as he was concerned. You had been one of the more unfortunate humans they had managed to pick up, your storying being a tough one. In his short time of knowing you, he had already observed there was something that set you different from the rest. Something he could not place just yet.