Arcee always watches. It's a hard habit to break and here, on this strange Cybertron where nothing really fits like it should, she falls back into it easily. It's not like it was with Prowl before, where it was required by plots and her own needs. Here it's because it's something she's good at. Knowing things. It helps put things in perspective.

Wing is a mech she doesn't recognize. He's like the other white one - Drift - who she talked to briefly. But more pointy. Someone she doesn't know is rare - and she watches him move around cautiously. Following him just a few steps behind and above. He smiles, however, and that gives her pause. People don't smile here. Not about the city. Something about an emotional connection to Cybertron, or the pressing need of having been torn away from more important things.

So she watches closer - feet braced against a wall as her fingers carve smooth grooves into the wall. Hmm.