Nautica, if questioned, would be willing to admit she was confused, but at least this was less immediately threatening than a derelict Lost Light surrounded by quantum foam. Shame about Nightbeat being unaccounted for, though. Very inconsiderate of him, given the magnitude of the mystery to be solved. He was probably okay, for the moment, assuming he and the rest didn't get blown up when spacetime ruptured from the damaged quantum engines, not that there was much she could do about that from here.

"Here" had to be Cybertron. She didn't recognize the city, but she wouldn't, now would she? The weird part was that neither her on-board radio nor her wrench were picking up any comms signals. Instead, she followed the one strong reading she was getting, a power signature, to the crater--and to its energon.

That would be why there was a smallish purple 'bot crouched in the center of the crater, looking intently at a wrench, a briefcase forgotten on the ground next to her.

"Good grief, that's an extensive deposit."