"Look, just, uh.." Sam doesn't really have an idea on what to say. Sure, he's told his parents, his girlfriend, but somehow you seem more difficult than the rest, which is already strange in itself because you're his best friend. But hey, the universe had a sense of humour, and so did Bee, apparently. The yellow bot suddenly flicked the door of the drivers seat open, pushing Sam towards you. He quickly tried to brush it off, despite the unimpressed look on your face. You've already put two and two together. "-Just don't freak out, alright? I know it's really, uh.. weird," He winces, knowing he'd probably be chewed out by Bee later for that.

He eventually pulls himself together enough to nudge the hood of the yellow Camaro, then Bee finally transforms, radio whirring in annoyance when his head almost hits the roof of the garage. Sam stands there with an awkward look on his face, trying to gouge out your reaction. Get your shit together, man. He internally yells at himself, watching Bee throw him a look then roll his optics. "Uh, this is Bumblebee." Bee waves, radio whirring slightly before an audio plays. "Don't mind that nutjob."