No one's been able to look after Prowl recently. Arcee thinks that's part of the problem - there's no one to reign him in. Not because people don't want to, but no one knows how. Talking sense isn't going to work.

"No." A pause, and then: "No one of value." So the Constructicons, and her lips twist unpleasantly. There's no way to answer that part of his question without giving too much away. And Arcee would rather talk with Prowl one more time to judge the situation for herself before giving more information.

"I was in the middle of dealing with it when I arrived."

So yes, but something she's got a handle on.