She was turning red-- she could tell it just by the way her cheeks were heating up, but she couldn't help it. When she'd been a little girl, she'd been called a great variety of things, differing from "cute" to "weird" to "that poor girl Tanizaki's got his eye on" (although it took her a few years to understand that one). Now that she was older, she received more compliments, but she'd never actually been called amazing before.

It took some more tiny bouts of stammering before she could actually form a sentence, but by the time she could manage such a feat, a warm smile had formed.

"Well, you're the most amazing Autobot I've ever met-- and even if I meet more, I know that won't change."