Unlike his counterpart - who'd arrived with a certain degree of dignity - the once-gold Sentinel had pretty much resigned to bumming around, simply trying to stay alive. He wanted to put some grand plan into motion, but the fact was he simply couldn't. He cursed the fact he'd become so comfortable, so reliant on the network he'd built for himself. Started out alone, did he not?

At this point, all he's missing is a robot 5 o'clock shadow and a bottle of robot vodka in a brown paper bag. He fell and he fell hard.

Failing to notice the red mech thanks to previous damage to his optics and just straight up not caring to pay full attention, Sentinel happens down the same street, cracked headlights on and no real clear goal in mind. He's just doing what he usually does; wander around and hoping to find something worthwhile. Admittedly, even if he did have a purpose here, no uprising or war leaves one with plenty of spare time.

Maybe he'll luck out and find one of the senate buildings. That would certainly make for a nice hovel. Or fun to burn down. However he feels, really.