The comment from Megatron gets a twitch at the corner of his mouth, as if a smirk was trying to form. It doesn't, but it's the thought that counts, and humor does show in at least his eyes. A little.

"Yeah, she's definitely off her treads."

Although her comment catches his attention, 'brow' perking. He can't imagine there was ever a point that they'd met, even less that she'd have heard of him. Unless....ah, criminal records.

His head tilts up and to the side, as if rattling off his name during a school roll call.

"Fights a lot, avarage about twenty every two weeks. Work in the mines so I don't see topside much. Uh...sent a guy to the medibay cause arms apparently don't twist all the way back."

A pause.

"That's all I got."