This certainly is odd.

Admittedly, Sawtooth hasn't been familiar with a lot of the biomes he's come across, but at least most of them have looked like actual places. This one seems...he doesn't quite have the words for it. Ethereal might come to a more poetic mind, but Sawtooth is just confused.

He shouldn't be here - this obviously isn't his biome, and he isn't sure how touchy its occupant might be in terms of trespassing - but he needs to find his beach, and it might be on the other side of this...whatever this is. Passing through is the expedient route - maybe it won't matter, as long as he's careful.

It's not until he gets closer that he sees the person (human? do humans even come in that color?) on the bridge. By that point, it's too late to try to avoid bothering her; metal footsteps on anything but the softest of terrain are anything but quiet, and Cybertronians aren't exactly known for their subtlety. He pauses, and starts to make his way around the bridge. Maybe she won't mind, or maybe she's a heavy sleeper. He can hope.