Bee nodded in agreement on the voice thing, already aware of how odd everything sounded on this silly flesh ears.
"Thank you, Mikaela Banes. I am....glad that you're here, lest I be lost. Or stuck with Starscream." Which would have gone really well. And now, he knew she was safe and could tell Sam if only his transmitter would work. He could protect her now, until Sam arrived. Because he just knew he would...hopefully sooner than later.
Bumblebee moved inside of the store, eyes on her at first as he moved past her, but then head snapping forward at the ambush of scents. It was like putting a kid in Willy Wonka's factory, or Harry Potter's Honeydukes. Bee stopped just inside the door, staring, jaw open. "Oh my...ohmy!!" He took off, touching everything and anything. He rubbed the cantaloupe and poked the peaches. He ate a grape and ran his fingers through the cilantro, basil, and celery. He zig-zagged through the small amount of customers present, and they tried to ignore him, and he giggled over to Mikaela every so often. "What's this?" was about the only thing he was able to say among his nosies of wonder and curiosity. He tried to bounce an apple and rolled an orange across the floor to an eight year old boy, who smiled and kicked it back at him. The game was short lived, no thanks to the mother figure. But it was fine by Bee, because he moved on to pushing on the bags of salad and smelling the cheeses. Imagine how 'worse' it got when they left the produce area and entered the aisles of beans and soups and cereal and napkins. Thank the Allspark there were no samplers today.