The name is unfamiliar to her, but fits the pattern of other Cybertronians that she's met. "I don't see as many of their kind in the Nexus anymore... hopefully I'll get to meet Bulkhead sometime." The larger Transformers are easier for her to handle, in some ways, bearing little resemblance to Centurions.

She smiles at Blaze's shoulder pat, appreciating the gesture. "I hope so, too. He was a good friend. I'm not sure that's why I haven't seen him, though. I think there had been some sort of truce on his world? He talked about working with the opposing side a few times..." She hadn't asked for any details, not wanting to be embroiled in another conflict where she'd be forced to pick sides.

It's a great relief that Blaze and Ghost are trusting her on this. "I won't let him take advantage of our friendship," she promises. She's reasonably confident about this. She didn't let him get away with his weak excuses on why he hadn't told her anything, after all. "And he knows that I won't stop being friends with people he doesn't get along with, either." If someone asks her to pick sides, she'll... well, probably cry in a corner somewhere. But she's not a fair-weather friend.