3 month ago from today, you'd just saved up enough money to purchase your very own motorcycle. Your eyes being set on what the dealer has been holding onto for a while now, the red and white Ducati 916...

It's sleek, sheen, perfect... and now it's all yours to flaunt, ride and just care for... or that's what should've happened.

Little to your knowledge you'd been housing an alien refugee in your garage for the past weeks without problems until one day... when rolling around on a lone road. The bike toom hold of itself and went off track to a warehouse where she'd make herself known to you with the help of her other Autobot friends.

And this her already has a name, Arcee, aka your guardian.

And now we skip back to the present. You've met some other human on the already established teams, fought off some Decepticons along side the AutoBots, and have just had an overall pretty fun time while doing it.

Now currently, you sit down on the couch with Acree laying behind you on her side taking up most of the space with her larger scale compared yourself, but not so large when it comes to the others on the team...

Both of you watching a horror movie that Arcee doesn't really... get.

Arcee: "Do other Earthlings really find this scary, Jordan? I mean, she's practically asking to die with how little survival instincts she's displaying."

She'd say, her optics holding a look of jumping to the female lead actress currently running from the killer