Sentinel Prime's eyes narrow at the conflicting displays. The heliform wants to run but, predictably enough, the heavy wants to stand his ground. Stubborn, that sort. Sentinel Prime starts down the ridge toward them, slowly. Unarmed. They pose little threat.

For the moment.

"Regardless of my entitlement to the land itself," he says dismissively, for he is a Prime, and his right to claim is hardly up for discussion, "I have not demanded your departure yet because, as I said, I am curious. Despite the fact that you both are very near to contaminating my sampling site." And he lifts one hand to point at the polished piece of steel beam jammed into the earth a few metres behind the pair.

He hates that he needs physical markers. But he should be able to correct that soon enough, when he can complete a proper map. He sets aside that concern for now to focus on his unexpected company, and stops with his feet on level ground and several lengths still between them.

"So I will ask more directly, once," he adds, tone polite but voice steely. "What are two Decepticons doing so far from civilisation?"