He won't complain or question. She seemed to be pretty easy going, at least from his perspective. Then again, he's not one to really hold people against things if they don't really bother him. In a strange space station with maybe 3% Cybertronian population, you don't really hold a grudge over a nose.

The smile remains as he shakes it, optics and visor shining a little brighter. That is...until she introduces herself.

"Arcee? I heard you correct, right?"

There's almost...slight fear in that tone.