Nautica folded her arms at the edge of the hole and rested her chin on them, her HUD springing to life to magnify Megatron's face, since they were so far apart with him lying on the slab down there. Sprawled in the ceiling crawlspace of a clinic on a ruined Cybertron in another universe, talking to a time-displaced linchpin of history, nbd.

"You are looking a out of it, now that you mention it." She might not have noticed right away if he hadn't mentioned it. "Don't worry, the stuff I'm refining is strictly high-grade. Energy-dense and meets every purity metric. No substandard fuel on my watch."