Megatron had been so absorbed with the little datapad in his hands that he hadn't noticed Aftermath's entrance into the room. The last few days had been quite eventful, and there was plenty to get down in words - but the old truck's voice does break his concentration.

A cold anger still seeps into his expression at the sound of Sentinel's name, but he puts the datapad back down on the berth to give Aftermath his attention.

"He's been unconscious for a while now."

And Megatron still hadn't quite picked all the metal shavings of the Prime's armor out of his tank treads.