Starscream's red optics swivel in the direction of that obnoxiously grating voice; a human...? A garishly dressed one, too, and it seems to have rigged up some sort of flight capable mechanism for itself. How droll.

"What!?" he snarls. "Moronic!? How dare you speak to a Decepticon officer in such a disrespectful-- YEEEAA-- Do you know who you're dealing with!?"

Not even violent flora dead set on giving him whiplash can keep this robot from being offended over having his authority slighted.