"Not really. Not now," Bumblebee replies with a little bit of a somber tone. "Any problems that I could have had are out of my hands."

Since whoever is left has inherited them. Starscream, perhaps. Megatron to a degree. Hell, even Optimus Prime. Everything that Bumblebee has tried to do and all of the issues that he's been trying to deal with fall on them. He just needs to sort himself out.

"You're still going to have to fill me in on everything. Rodimus, bless him, won't give me an un-Rodimus version of events."