The autobots knew where Ophelia was and knew what had to be done to go get her but they were astonished when her signal was back on the ground and traveling back to base.

Clearly she could fend for herself. Smokescreen didn't know how to feel given the situation between Optimus and Ophelia since they were his creators but he has only had very little time with them. She was royally pissed. Optimus felt like an ant compared to her at the moment.

The moment she returned to base, there was dead silence. Not even a peep from Miko. The tension in the room was unbelievable. The femme transformed to her bipedal mode with zero intentions of speaking to Optimus.

"Ophelia-" he started.

"No. We will not discuss anything now for quite a while. Don't ask for me, don't look at me, don't even think about me. What you said is unforgivable. Think about what you've done and then we'll talk." She said before walking to a spare berthroom.

"Scrap... Prime messed up bad." Wheeljack said, breaking the silence.

"Jackie!" Chromia hissed.

"Give her time Optimus. Don't make it worse." Ratchet said.

Optimus just sighed and nodded. Smokescreen just there not knowing what to think.

"You alright Smokescreen?" Elite asked the young mech.

"Yeah... I'm gonna go for a drive." He said, transforming immediately taking off to clear his processor.

Ophelia just sat in the silent berthroom and wondered why Optimus had to say what he said. He knew of her trauma, hell, he was there when it happened and still used it against her.

She began to question if she could even bring herself to forgive him at all.