He's only a few steps off the landing area before he hears Val's comment. The Decepticon looks up to see a flesh being - even tinier than your average human - watching him with fascination. He makes eye contact, mouth set in his usual frown.

It was a step down from the utter terror he tended to invoke in most organics. He definitely preferred the latter. All this casual conversation with a hated enemy was making his circuits crawl. His mouth curls slightly with irritation.

"What?" he asks briskly, already feeling overly generous that he didn't just keep walking.