His brow furrows slightly, or at least the arrangement of the plating of his forehead kind of gives that impression – not so much because he's confused by what she's saying, because he isn't particularly, but because there's something curious about this brilliant little creature with no knowledge of the inner workings of Cybertronian life trying to puzzle it out like this.

"Hm," he says, one hand at his chin. "How much of a long term problem are you hypothesising?"