"Most Decepticons—of any persuasion—have died out where I'm from, too, but there's always a couple of the overly-devoted types..." Not that she herself has ever sat down to a chat with Lugnut or his like, but the memory of them (and the distain her Starscream held for them) was clear enough to her. She shrugs a shoulder, and thinks aloud, "They're probably of value to Megatron for not being backstabbers who want to take his place, and who can be relied on to keep the likes of you and I from getting close enough to do any stabbing. Not a bad idea, I suppose, but then you have to put up with having them near you all the time."

She snorts, waving a hand. "I assure you, I have no interest in keeping company with him. Even the Autobots around here are more interesting! And mostly less likely to shoot me, apparently."