At the sound of the voice, Starscream suddenly turned -- not out of being startled, but surprised really. That voice ...

It was eerily familiar and the design too. His eyes narrow in caution, but he otherwise just straightens in his stance.

"Good. I'd hate to end up having been blasphemous to the god who doesn't exist and all."

This mech had an interesting look to him. Hard. Warn. Obviously someone who had seen a lot of battles. The Decepticon emblem on his chest was indication enough.

Which was also further reason to keep his guard up, though he does fold his arms cross his chest in a sort of relaxed fashion. Appearances are everything.

"I'm going to guess you're not the designated tour guide who's going to tell me just where in the pit I am."

In other words, who are you.