Bumblebee and Smokescreen had just come back from a patrolling mission and were talking together as they usually did. That was until Bee noticed that you seemed to be walking past, while Ultra Magnus and Arcee were whispering about how you were probably going to be as unreliable as your biological carrier. The yellow and black bot frowned and excused himself from his conversation with Smokescreen, only to walk up to them. I dare you to say that again to my face. He huffs out, optics narrowed at the older bots. What did you say about my brother? He queries, raising an optical ridge at them.