Her response and deep frown gives this organic the Ultra Magnus about to recite the Tyrest Accord vibe. He’s seen the uniform before as well, on that unwanted visitor to his hab. The other one had a taste for the post apocalyptic city look. So those papers must be citations, then.

For all the vigor and near-violence he had been brimming with just earlier, Megatron is awfully quick to turn to obvious boredom. Drift can deal with talking to this one, because he has no intention of helping.

He stops looking at them, preferring a much more interesting activity: picking the dirt out of the joints of his fingers.