"Right, because 'raccoons' are renown throughout the galaxy! Turbofoxes have been known to exist on Cybertron. Retro-raccoons?" She shook her head, slowly; that wasn't even a thing!

Slipstream seethed at the 'female' question. It was bad enough on its own, but worse, now, for the fact she'd discussed the matter with Rung and Elita recently. The shutters about her optics closed in, narrowing the visible lenses to glowing, red, slits.

"What's so female about me?" She demanded, voice graver than usual. "There's nothing fraggin' weaker about this body type. There's none of your fluid glands or weird pins and sockets, or cables that only connect one way, or whatever raccoons have!"

For all that Slipstream thought she knew about organic sex and gender - at least on Earth - she didn't always understand the details very well. And, the data was gleaned mostly from bad romantic comedies she claimed not to like.

"A bot has a few different curves and different canopy tint and you just assume they cook indoors and guard protoforms and complain about not getting promotions?!"

At least one of those things Starscream did, and he got away with being 'He'.