Having left the human who's been following him around to examine what appears to be plant life (this entire situation gets more and more suspicious), Megatron is making his own inspections of the ruins they've been drawn to. He's uncomfortably aware of the fact that the impulse to come here has not been wholly his own, and he's determined to work out where it did come from.

The broken-down terminal standing silent in the centre of the forum draws his suspicion most keenly, but closer inspection yields no more clues than peering at it from a distance did – it certainly doesn't seem functional. One of Megatron's hands curls into a fist with the impulse to take out his frustration on the piece of antiquated machinery, but he dissuades himself with a heavy hiss of air from his vents. With the fuel he's being dosed with, he thinks bitterly, he probably wouldn't be able to make a dent in the blasted thing.