As per-goddamn-usual, Starscream has been avoiding other people like the cybonic plague. Normally he would have been sucking up to just about everyone he came across from the moment he woke up on this planet. He would have subtly tried to throw himself into the thick of things, to try and figure out where alliances are starting to form amongst the tiny population of the once abandoned city, sniffing out weak points and contemplating what his next move towards seizing power would be.

Apparently getting nearly scrapped by a bunch of Predacons can change a guy a bit.

The seeker is just trying to mind his own goddamn business when he catches a glimpse of a really unwelcome face approaching, and throws himself gracelessly behind a nearby scrap pile. He presses against it, venting hard and hoping he wasn't seen; his colors, luckily enough, provide him some natural camouflage against the dreary grey surroundings. Thus far they've actually been a boon to his new favorite activity of sneaking around and rushing from hiding spot to hiding spot like a particularly jumpy prey-reptile. It would be pretty hard for anyone to miss the flurry of movement he created in his haste, though.