"Ahh." Cricket blinks, then looks thoughtful. In his current mental state, he's friendly enough if there's no reason not to be, but dressed as a gangster, he's thinking in terms of territory and business. This sounds like something he could use some more information on. It's unlikely any of the Decepticons are going to be selling moonshine, so they won't be a problem, but allies are useful, too.

He takes a bite of ice cream slowly, then says, "It was the purple one I met. I like him; he's a bit of a smartass, but practical. I hope I'll get to meet the other before too long."