"I was under the impression that his placement in the medical field would be a mortician," Jetfire rumbles out. Dry and sarcastic. In what way could Megatron ever pick up something that requires patience? Finesse? Actually giving a scrap about someone other than himself? Jetfire doesn't believe a word of that.

Instead of thinking about that too much, he goes for a lazy roll. He isn't the fancy flier that Starscream is. This flight is still meant to test things out all the same.

"So, tell me... What sort of Cybertron are we flying over here?"