Megatron’s voice makes Sixshot chomp his teeth in something like vague irritation. At least up until he actually realizes what was being asked.

And how Megatron looked rather different from the last time he’d seen him now that he turns his head to look. Younger. The scent earthier and deeper than what the Sixer was used to.

He stares for a long moment, too startled to answer, but he eventually he manages a somewhat wary, “... Sixshot.”

He'd ask who Megatron was, but every Decepticon alive knew who Megatron was, even one from an earlier timeline like this one.