Drift's stern looks and forceful tone go completely unnoticed. Megatron is too busy raising a robot brow at America, coming to the steady realization that this human was trying to stare him down like he was a convicted felon. That was certainly a first for him, most organics in his experience were either dead, about to be blown up, or scuttling away and screaming.

Something about that was quite a hoot, because one corner of his mouth pulls back into a grin. Not a sneer - a grin of genuine appreciation for a fleshling at about shin-height trying to peel his paint off with her eyes. The only one that bothered to get in between the two arguing Cybertronians in the first place.

"Judge Beeny," he says with fascination,"I'll remember that."