"I'd like to hear that, sometime." Loki is already imagining giant robot Daft Punk something. But! Back to guessing. Cupping his chin in his hand, he paces as he thinks out loud, walking a circle around the Cybertronian. "One more guess. Hmm. Not wheels, something higher, not fender... something higher, you're named for some distinctive part of yourself. So what's distinctive? You've got the red light-up eyes, are those normal for your people or remarkable? Not sure. You've got--what are those on your arms? Some kind of big tubes? What are they for? And then, hmm. Someone looks at you, the first place they'll look, naturally, is your face. So where is your face? It's behind a mask."

He snaps his fingers and grins. "Mask! Is that it?"