The bot that Perihelion is watching is a truly bizarre one. It’s clearly a human-form bot, but far too large to efficiently perform nearly any task that such bots are built for. You don’t just build a bot as a humanoid for no reason; it is rarely the most useful form to have if you want a function performed best.

On top of that, it’s emitting some kind of local signal that keeps tapping the edge of Perihelion’s sensors. A simple, repeated fluctuation in EMF, too strong to just be passive signal residue, too weak to be any sort of attack. It reads the pattern and compares it to codes, patterns, and anything else in its databases that comes to mind, but nothing is coming together. It could continue this analysis in hopes of solving the puzzle itself, but then the bot might end up walking away, and it wouldn’t have the chance to ask.

I am receiving your signal, it confirms via the feed. For context, it sends annotated data on the fluctuations it has picked up. The connection feels strange, nonstandard, but the information still transmits.

Davenport was immensely grateful when he found that Barry was here. Although the situation is still highly alarming, getting his take was far less uncomfortable than talking to Lucretia any more than necessary. And now he’s in Barry’s... house, and Barry ran off with an apology to go help his... child, and Lucretia's been gone since the moment she could hand Davenport off to Barry because she was just as uncomfortable as the gnome was.

So he’s alone in the house, with more to process than he ever wants to deal with, and of course it’s now that there’s a knock on the door.

“Ah,” he says when he opens it to someone who’s taller than the door itself. He stands stunned for a moment, before he starts putting together a few pieces of what he’s learned in the last few hours. “You must be... Rung.”

It’s very exciting to see someone who looks like... well, like Bumblebee, and like the people in those fragments of recorded memory (although that part makes him nervous, too). What’s weird is that this other mech doesn’t seem to be trying to hide from all the nearby humans at all.

(Bumblebee is hiding, although the fascination and excitement is undoubtedly radiating off him in EMF that he doesn’t know anyone else can detect. Also, his vehicle mode is... significantly smaller than any of the other cars here, which is really weird, because he thinks it used to be more average sized, and it’s not like the amount of metal in him can change.)

He really wants to meet this mech, though, and he doesn’t seem worried about the humans, so Bumblebee slowly transforms. He sidles up nervously to the mech, optics wide, and compiles a few radio clips to phrase his question.