One brow rises significantly higher than the other and Sentinel looks this stranger up and down again with ice cold optics. His gaze lingers on that offered hand before sliding up, expression flat, stony.

"Your words ring… hollow," he says slowly, as sceptical as his counterpart. "But I will give you the benefit of the doubt, as a fellow Autobot." He pauses and considers his next words; if this is the state of his kind here, it may be ill-advised to reveal himself. On the other hand, this duplication is curious. Finally, cautiously, he adds as he lowers his shield, "And as a fellow Prime. To say it is a pleasure to meet you seems oddly self-congratulatory."