She gives Megatron her best Look. The kind that would have hardened gang members filling her pants. It probably comes off as somewhat less than impressive when she has to crane her neck so far up she's practically leaning backwards, though.

The language Drift uses could be taken as an offense. But at this point, the situation seems mostly resolved. Mostly. She'll have to add a notice suggesting the two not be left alone on a team together in her daily reports to Kid Quantum. "Judge Beeny," she supplies in response to his hesitation, then gives a curt little nod, not returning the smile. Instead, she just plants her fists on her hips like she's waiting for them to disperse. Preferably in opposite directions.