"I told you, my name is Lina. Li-na -- hey, get your face out of my food!"

Lina's leaping off the couch immediately to shove Grimlock's snout right out of her food with her bare hands. She's not very big, so she's pretty much throwing all her weight against him. She hadn't really minded the robot dinosaur thing following her home -- there are worse things, she supposes, and having her very own fire-breathing pet robot is pretty neat. But that doesn't mean he's allowed to get into her food. Nobody touches Lina's food.