A vehicle passing was unremarkable--or would have been anywhere else, and Nautica couldn't exactly be considered oriented at the moment--so it was the sound of transformation that drew her attention from drifting wherever the pain took it. With visible effort and equally visible fear, she focused on the mech looming over her, flinching from but not protesting the bright light in her optics. She didn't want to get tossed around like so much debris again, not that compliance had helped the first time.

The clear concern in this Megatron's voice, so different from the other's false friendliness, made her relax and uncurl slightly, but her difficulty concentrating was obvious. Even a trainee would have no problem diagnosing a head injury.

"...Captain?" she finally decided. An understandable mistake--she was only off by four million years.