"I was going to see if he wanted to get a drink. It'll keep." She dismissed her errand with a wave of her hand. Megatron would turn up sooner or later. He couldn't spend all his time herding Decepticons.

Nautica was an eternal optimist.

"Uh. You're a medic?" In her experience, medics weren't usually so...squirrelly. Or so Decepticon, at least in an Autobot facility run by Red Alert, though he seemed harmless.