If Wheeljack had a mouth, it would be agape. "WE DO have a Bumblebee." He repeated. "Sure, he doesn't fly. Or make honey. Nor does he buzz! Why is he called Bumblebee." Wheeljack wasn't even sure if the young Autobot was the right shade of yellow, to be honest. That could be fixed, and Wheeljack would suggest this to him later. For now, he had more important things to focus on!<br/><br/>He watched Optimus Prime introduce the Autobots to the human, waving at her when he was name. "Hi! I'm Wheeljack." Though he was normally shy around other cybertronians, he was fine with humans. This didn't mean he was fine with her entrance, though. Everything about this seemed...off. This wasn't professional at all, was it? He fully admitted he didn't know the ends and outs of military procedure, but then that meant even if he realized this was weird, then it was REALLY weird to people who knew what was up.<br/><br/>This line of thought was confirmed when Prowl begun to whisper to the inventor. "With you there. Something isn't right about this, at all." Unlike with most other Autobot, Wheeljack felt perfectly fine around Prowl, no fear of hidden thoughts of him being a traitor. The way Wheeljack saw it, if Prowl thought he was a traitor, he would in jail several times over! But he had only been sent to jail that one time, when he tried to use Tox-En to make an energon weapon, which was apparently "immoral" and "illegal" and "probably a war crime". Which Wheeljack thought was silly, but since he did have authorization to the substance, didn't actually make any, and promised to not try again, he was let out with a warning.<br/><br/>So he totally tried again. Somewhere on the remains of cybertron there was a energon sword made of a highly poisonous substance, and Wheeljack knew he would be glad he made it one day.<br/><br/>"Let's just play along for now, though. Let her go back with a good review of us, be better in the long run." He whispered back, suddenly pulling away. "So yeah, I totally will make you that cool gun you want, Prowl! No need to be shy in asking." He had flashing ear-light things, people would know if he was whispering. So it made sense to make them think he was whispering about something else. Granted, if this human was on some sort of substance, He has a feeling she wouldn't much care. Still, now he had an excuse to make a cool gun, so it was worth saying in the end. He then turned his attention to his leader. "Hey, Optimus. I don't mean to rush you, but it probably is better if we hurry this up! We're not exactly...discreet? We don't want somebody coming in uninvited, do we?"<br/><br/>In theory, there would be a military barricade set up around the perimeter to keep those who don't belong out. However, Wheeljack had reason to believe this wasn't the most well thought out of operations.