Nautica had been known to threaten people with the wrench, but really, that was more cute than anything else. If she were to get violent, she might succeed in scratching some of his plating before getting her wrench arm torn off.

"Oof." She immediately rolled over, propping herself up on her elbows, and got her first good look at Megatron, at which point her eyes went wide--not in fear, but in dawning comprehension. No badge from either faction, caution tape, scratched and dented finish that had seen far better days... "Oh. Oh."

Nightbeat might be the deductive genius in their partnership of socially awkward dorks, but Nautica could reason her way out of a logistical bind, too. "I think we're having some temporal issues."