At the answer, Sixshot takes a step back from the entrance and waits patiently. He could hear the sound of damaged machinery struggling against motion and frowns slightly.

Come to think of it, he can catch traces of Megatron's scent lingering in the air, the smell of damage and energon. Tarn limping into sight a second later confirms his suspicions.

"... You fought him," he murmurs, frown fading back into his usual, neutral expression.