There. That was it. He'd finally made it through Nautica's obliviousness. Horror spreading across her face as understanding dawned, she took a step back, no serious precursor to escape but simply an unconscious retreat from the strange new awareness that she was in grave danger.

Her voice sounded distant in her own audio receptors as the universe contracted to consist solely of Megatron and the noise of her own fuel pump, suddenly so loud she would swear he must have been able to hear it too. "I...don't know. He--he doesn't seem to like any of us very much."