Shockwave would indeed be disturbed today, but not at his door. There's the sound of something large bumping around the air ventilation. Not too loudly of course - Skids isn't a shoddy vent crawler, but a little noise manages to escape that one could pick up if they were looking for it. A few moments later, the metal grille of a vent is unscrewed from the inside and wiggled out of place. Red hands grip it carefully and set it against the inside wall of the vent.

Skids sticks his head down briefly, taking a brief 360 degree overview of the lab. It was filled with little projects, but devoid of the one making them. Odd.

A less curious Autobot may just turn right around and keep going. Who knows what evil science lies in this lab? Skids is a rapscallion of the ninth degree, however, and lands onto the floor without making a sound. The door was slightly ajar - so he's assuming whoever was in here would be back shortly.

He goes for the datapads, tilting his head as he turns one over to look at the notes.