Spinister stops mid-stride and turns back to give Ambulon a puzzled look. It's a few moments, but something like revelation eventually dawns on his face.

"We're in a multidimensional nexus with people being pulled in from different times and different universes onto a post apocalyptic version of Cybertron," he shrugs. "It's kinda weird. There's, like, four Megatrons running around."

"Think the Autobots just hang out at Maccadam's. Somewhere, over there." Cue vague gesturing in the direction of the establishment. "Wouldn't know for sure though, I've never really talked with them."