"Yes. Thank you." He's gone an entire dimension away from his home and he still winds up someplace with Cybertronian activity. Sawtooth just can't win. "Are they an Autobot or a Decepticon?" He can at least get some idea of what - or possibly who - he's dealing with.

He looks back out at the ocean. Why does anyone pick the habitat they do? "I used to go here when I was young. It feels like home."