Optimus usually wasn't one to hang out in bars unless he'd been dragged there by Sentinel and Elita, and that hadn't happened in ages. But it seemed like to best place to try and meet some of the others who'd been displaced, so he was seated at the bar off to the side with a glass of engex he hadn't really been drinking.

Seeing a human on Cybertron wasn't something he'd been expecting at all, so Miranda immediately caught his interest. Watching as she began treating her wounds, he leaned closer to her part of the bar with a look of concern.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Are you alright?"