Wow, RUDE, Megatronus. June is like, right there -- she jumps when the huge claw reaches past her to poke at a nearby plant and she lets out a startled yelp. She's totally ready to give the bot in question a talking to for ignoring smaller life forms -- Cybertron or not, manners are manners -- when the familiar helm registers with her. That definitely is a Megatron she recognizes. Not willing to take chances on him being nice and friendly this time, June's eyes go wide as she scrambles to duck out of sight behind one of the rough, rocky formations.