Thundercracker's optics flicker in mild surprise, caught off-guard by the comments as he crouches to get a closer look at the little, golden-ish . . . mechanical . . . being. "I don’t' know what a jiorj baylee is – or…who – but I'm not an angel." He had an inkling of what that was supposed to be, at least by human standards. "I'm Cybertronian, a Seeker. You?"

Not Cybertronian, that much was clear.