Having a piece of ceiling suddenly drop on Megatron's head was certainly a good way to put a halt the sentence he was writing. A good helping of dust coats his helmet as the panel bounces and slides it way to the floor. He's quick to wipe the screen of the datapad before looking up.

"Nautica?"

He stands up off the berth, setting the datapad away from the area where the panel fell.

"Do you need help?"