Orion doesn't know what a medafighter is, but he at least understand the sentiment. He vents a little, and nods, looking up and out at the wreckage.

"I believe we are on Cybertron, or a place like it," he says, carefully. "If it is my home, then it is in much greater disrepair than when I saw it last." He looks back to her, carefully. "But it would seem that you are not from here. I could not tell you what has brought us all here, but it may or may not offer consolation to know that I do not recall how I arrived here either."