"We're definitely not the only two. Maybe if we talk to some others we can try to...figure this out." There's a lot they still don't know, and that's not a state that can be allowed to continue, if possible. There's a feeling in Yang's gut that her ears and Blake's fang aren't the end of this by a long shot.

Well, that's not the response Yang was expecting. She follows where her teammate points to...well, definitely not a motorcycle. No wonder why Blake's not enthused.

"No, that's great! We can work with that." She decides. "Let me take a look at the engine later, see what we're dealing with. I can make her sing for ya, no problem." She used to work on the old family car with Tai when she was younger, and does all her own work and maintenance on Bumblebee. Engines are engines, and Yang knows how to tune them.

There's paint around here too, and that's an awful lot of space on the side of the van...it calls to her.

As to her own ride, well. She rubs the back of her neck a little sheepishly. "Ah...mine's...that one. Over there." She raises her hand and points towards a yellow and black muscle car, in much the same condition as Blake's van. Paint is chipped, cracked windows, but still very much a muscle car that screams speed and power.

"I guess whoever or whatever brought us here knows not to try and compete with 'Bee."