"I am the Law," is her snappish reply to Megatron. For all outward appearances, it's as if she's totally unaware of how utterly ridiculous she looks. Inwardly, she really wishes she had a giant robot of her own to perch on here.

She turns halfway, keeping both of them in her field of vision in case of any shenanigans. Drift's ex here seemed to have an attitude problem, and it was a bad idea to drop your guard around a potential domestic. "Dredd showed up? Well, it's about... Oh." Her face screws up in distaste for a split second before reasserting itself into her former 'I am the authority here, do not squish me under your giant thumb' scowl. "You mean Rico."

No, no love lost between the two of them.

"We're acquainted. Did he offer you a citation for something earlier?"