Bee shakes his head adamantly, shooting a glare in the direction he had last seen them and letting out a quiet, angry whirr.

He turns to Trucy again, tapping at the emblem stamped into the metal at his waist. "I'm Bumblebee. I'm an Autobot-- a friend." Of course, he's run into enough humans by now to realize that she'll probably only hear his words as whirrs and beeps. But it's kind of hard to get out of the habit of trying to just talk to people.