Know more about her. That puzzles Arcee even more. "You don't know who I am." It's not a question - she'd have thought she'd been infamous among the remaining Cybertronians as there weren't very many left. Well, before they found out about the colonies. They wouldn't know, but they weren't Cybertronian. Not like her. "Arcee," she finally offers - pressing one hand to the badge on her chest. "I'm.." Here she founders, before settling on the simplest thing. "An Autobot."

She's silent for another second more before speaking again. "You don't look like a NAIL," Arcee admits, leaving no indication of the confusion that gives her. She needs to know so she can readjust herself and act accordingly.