"Would you believe you're better at small talk than he was?" June gives him a wry smile, hiding it momentarily in her cup. "It's definitely not a bad thing, being so much like him. I mean -- you're Optimus Prime."

As if that were enough. After all, Optimus always been a symbol, a monolith.

"But you're a little different, too," June goes on, her eyes lighting up. "The more I talk to you, the more I see it. I like it."