"Heh," she chuckled from about five feet up the ladder, attention more on not falling than on the particulars of Megatron's story. The fact that he'd been the Decepticon leader was more than she'd hypothesized--but not what she found funny. "They should have gone with a cortex bomb. Drugging you just impedes your usefulness without creating any kind of behavioral check."

Yes, Val, that was what was wrong with the situation.

"So you want me to flush your systems." Plans for how to do it were forming before she even reached the top of the ladder, but as with any worthwhile problem, there were complications. "I've done similar things before, but the machines in question weren't alive--not to mention Prime hitting the roof if he finds out."

That last wasn't a problem for her. She was just saying.