"The fault of one of my crew," he corrects her irritably, "an idiot and most likely a traitor. But yes, much though I hate to put forward this ridiculous idea, it seems to account most neatly for these incongruities. Of course, the real question is the matter of how exactly we are to find our way off this... incarnation of Cybertron. I have enough to attend to without this absurd predicament on top of everything else, and you..." He looks down at her skeptically. "...No doubt your Autobot friends will be concerned for your absence."