"Optimus, there you are." Stepping out from the elevator that lead downwards to the basement, Blackarachnia looked, well, like a mess. She had oil covering her servos, and for once, her helmet wasn't on, though there was some odd device attached to parts of her own processor. "I forgot to tell you, by the time this week is over, Blitzwing will be coming here. I... Don't want to go into detail, but I... Have some things that I've got to amend. I'll be my lab for the rest of the week as well." She paused, noticing how tired Optimus looked. "...Is... Everything alright, or...?" Now she wishes she didn't ask.
“I... wait, what? Blitzwing?“ The shock of it’s enough to startle him out of his misery. “You’re going to have Blitzwing in the factory? What if he tries to hurt you? What if he decides to blow up the base? What in the Pit?” Why are all the femmes in his life suddenly going insane? First Sari and now Blackarachnia. “The only way I’m allowing it is if at least Sentinel and I are on base in case something goes wrong.” He’d have Prowl and Jazz take the younger mechs on patrol, Ratchet on hand close by just in case.
“And what’s going on with...” He gestures towards her head, trying to indicate the device dangling from her helm. Everything is a mess and he’s just.... overwhelmed. He wants Sari home. He wants things to make sense.