Door hisses open. Rapid footsteps echo—heels clicking with purpose.

Knock Out: "Optimus! Darling! Tell me—was the whole 'I'm doing field repairs' act just a ruse to get me alone for a few days? Because I must say, if you're going to pine after me, at least admit it to yourself. This whole strong-silent-warrior thing is cute, but it’s not subtle."

[Ratchet across the room groans audibly. Arcee, leaning against a wall, raises an optic ridge.]

Ratchet: "Primus, again with the flirting? This is a military base, not speed dating."

Knock Out (smirking): "Not my fault the commander is so… devastatingly well-armored."