Megatron's story only make the whole situation even more horrible, and Optimus stands there for a long moment, optics flickering slowly.

Then he draw up an arm, panel in his forearm sliding up, revealing keypad, input jacks, and a tiny holoscreen facing away from the other mech. He types a few things, both internally and with digits, frowning faintly at the screen. Almost as quickly, he snaps it back down, apparently satisfied with something.

Talk is talk. But action...

"Right. Well then." He nods, gesturing out to where their ride is waiting, not far away at the edge of the garden grounds.

"I think we're done here."