Her wrench did everything. Nautica scrambled to her feet after him, briefcase in one hand and beloved wrench in the other.

"Sure, might as well. There could be records, too." If that turned out to be the case, Megatron was going to need that enormous strength advantage to drag her out of the library.

"Oh! I'm Nautica. Nice to meet you." She meant it. Obviously there had been a misunderstanding, but that was all cleared up now. No hard feelings.

Amazing what not fighting a four million year war did for someone's personality.