[She laughed and shook her helm, shifting the "wings" again when Optimus looked over at them. Though then she had to grimace somewhat at the feel of the injured hull-panel not completely following, and the protests of her system.]

I'll survive until I can get a medic. It doesn't surprise me... this isn't a very usual configuration.

[Then, unthinkingly, with a lopsided smile on her faceplates;]

Though, if you do have general knowledge otherwise, perhaps you'd like to get some experience at some point?

[She realizes what she's said after she'd finished, uninjured hull-panel twitching. There's no other outward evidence of the awkward realization except for a brief, soft pulse of blue optics.

She needed to keep a better check on what she said.]