Well you're one to talk, Airachnid.

Starscream growls, not entirely unlike a displeased little yappy dog, flattening his wings back with displeasure. "If you must know, I am searching for Lord Megatron so that we might reunite and plumb the depths of the mysteries around just where the hell we are and how we got here." He raises a hand and makes a big show of inspecting his claws. "What about you. I assumed you would have still been stranded on the moon, along with your bug-brained armada."