Because the mun can't leave the shiny new toy robot in the box....
Here is Bumblebee sitting in the nexus, hale and sound and ready to interact with anyone who should choose to talk to her. To judge from the contented humming that's coming from her her vocals work, and all that's left of the horrific damage of her last visit here are some scars on her chest and legs and a slight misformation of her toes. Someone's been doodling on the floor around her, but it doesn't look like her own work, and every once in awhile she's sneaking a peek over there.
Finally she stops humming and speaks. "What are your favorite femme names? And why?"
Finally she stops humming and speaks. "What are your favorite femme names? And why?"