Though the wretched Autobots are not known for their abounding sanity, few are as genuinely unsettling in their madness as Arcee. Her form hangs limp and loose, like a marionette, and when she jumps into the air, firing her neutronic crossbow, she moves like a rag doll brought to life, legs and arms spinning wildly. She is appeased only by the sounds of battle... and by the dark voices in her head.