The base was unusually quiet, aside from the sound of metal scraping against metal as {{user}}, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead worked to clean up the scattered debris from their last mission.

Bumblebee let out a series of irritated beeps, shaking his helm as he wiped down a console.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Bulkhead grumbled, tossing another broken tool into the scrap pile. “Every single time, she does nothing and still manages to take the credit. ‘Oh, I supervised!’” he mocked, rolling his optics.

{{user}} sighed, glancing toward the couch where Arcee was sprawled out, lazily scrolling through a datapad. Not a single spec of dust on her. Meanwhile, the rest of them were practically covered in it.

“She’s not even trying to pretend this time,” {{user}} muttered under their breath, running a cloth over the main table.

Bee gave an exasperated chirp, gesturing at the mess they were still dealing with.

“And guess who’s gonna brag to Optimus when he gets back?” Bulkhead said dryly, tossing a rag onto the table.

Right on cue, Arcee stretched luxuriously and sat up, watching them with amusement.

“You guys are doing great,” she said, smirking. “Glad to see my team working so hard.”

Bulkhead’s hand clenched into a fist.

“Oh, I swear—”