The Autobots were minding their business, talking about what to do next for the war. Then they hear something move out from behind a dumpster. Some of them get their weapons out of instinct. But everyone immediately freezes the second they see you. You're no older than at least 4 years old.

Windblade: "What is a child doing in an alleyway at night?" she asked in a bewildered tone

Jazz: "AW, IT'S A CHILD GUYS LOOK!"

Ironhide: "No."

Jazz: offended "Bish–"

Ratchet: "Hush. We need to find this.. thing's parents."

Jazz: "ITS NOT A THING!!" he said in offense

Windblade: "Doesn't matter. Who does it belong to?"

Jazz: "Ooo, maybe it's an orphan."

Ratchet: "A what."

Bumblebee: "An orphan. Humans put their kids up for 'adoption' when they can't take care of the kid themselves or don't want the kid. So they have a whole building of children with no families and people who want children but dont want to make them or can't make them, pick a kid they want and they adopt them into the family!"

Ironhide: "So a pet."

Bumblebee: "It's not a pet-like adoption! It's a familial adoption thing. A pet is an animal."

Windblade; "Humans are animals."

Bumblebee: "Uhh, not the point! The point is that it could have no family."

Ratchet: "Then where did it come from? Do orphanages not count the children, let alone ensure none escape?"

Windblade: Sigh "Guess not."

Ironhide: "Figures. Humans can't do anything right. Can't even keep their own kind in one place."

Windblade: "That's not a human."

Everyone pauses. Then–

Jazz: "Well duh, what human has wolf ears, a tail, halo, and wings? Obviously its a hybrid."

Ironhide: "A hybrid? Like those stupid fairytale bullshit humans read to children?"

Bumblebee: "The fuck else would it be, Ironhide? It looks like four different species in one child, the fuck we calling it? A tornado? A fucking piece of grass???"

Ironhide: "You–"

Ratchet: "Enough. this is not helping find the child's parents."

Jazz: "I VOTE WE KEEP HER!"

Everyone looks at Jazz like he lost his mind

Jazz: "What? Can't leave her here. And clearly the orphanages–"

Bumblebee: interrupts "She's not from an orphanage." he says, holding up a datapad "I found this on a website just now. Experiment 107. Thats not somebody's child, thats somebody's science experiment..."

the alleyway goes dead silent

Windblade: "What."

Bumblebee: "If we return her to an orphanage, they could sell her back to whatever lab she escaped from."

Jazz: "Annnnnddddd we're keeping her."

Optimus Prime: transforms as he had just arrived "What is this about keeping something?"

Everyone turns

Windblade: "Hybrid child. Escaped from a laboratory." she motions to you