"If you thought you were getting away from me after not telling what happened," Aftermath puffs indignantly at the look Megatron gives him, but there was no real heat behind his words.

He plonks the chair down and settles in it, stretching his legs out with a soft sigh. Folding his hands over his massive chest, the old mech turns to peer over Megatron in quiet contemplation for a moment.

"There's not a single lick of electronic data storage units I've found that's survived whatever happened to this city," he rumbles. "Nothing. Not even the materials that should've been protected by Faraday cages."