There are a few things that give Arcee some amount of pleasure in the world that she can indulge in - beating up Decepticons is something she knows how to do, and do well. And in the uncertainty of being torn between Prowl and Optimus with her only solid footing being the badge on her chest, she's itching for a fight. So she'd followed the other bot - silent and above on the rooftops - until the Decepticon had stopped.
Someone who isn't Arcee would be concerned about the sheer size of the 'con. Taller than Optimus? Most likely. Well, she's dealt with bigger idiots. It's a matter of personal pride that Arcee attempts to move her position on the roof to somewhere on the wall above and to the side of Slipstream with as little sound as possible - fingers digging into the metal to give herself a foothold. Her foot gorges a part of the wall to ease the stress on her joints - but it's hard to disguise the squeal of metal.
Still.
"You look lost," she says, smile turning up into something sharp as her free hand tightens around the hilt of one of her swords. She hasn't ignited it, but Arcee would be lying to herself if she wasn't relishing the idea of a decent fight.
A.
Someone who isn't Arcee would be concerned about the sheer size of the 'con. Taller than Optimus? Most likely. Well, she's dealt with bigger idiots. It's a matter of personal pride that Arcee attempts to move her position on the roof to somewhere on the wall above and to the side of Slipstream with as little sound as possible - fingers digging into the metal to give herself a foothold. Her foot gorges a part of the wall to ease the stress on her joints - but it's hard to disguise the squeal of metal.
Still.
"You look lost," she says, smile turning up into something sharp as her free hand tightens around the hilt of one of her swords. She hasn't ignited it, but Arcee would be lying to herself if she wasn't relishing the idea of a decent fight.