A very, very faint grin crosses his face for a moment. He'd missed antagonising Proteus.

"I do not wish to flood my systems, Proteus. I have enough problems as it is." he grumbles. Honestly, he's probably pushing it already by submerging his fucked up stomach. Thanks, Megatron.

But, he huffs, and starts rubbing off his arms and legs. Black muck still billowing out.

"What have you been doing?" he asks, after a moment. "I don't believe I'm the only one whose head so many mechs here want on a pike." Why is he the one who took all the damage? He's glad Proteus hasn't been broken in half by someone but goddamn.