Leaning up against the side of the vehicle to more easily be able to look out the window, Megatron slowly shook his helm. There might have been a thoughtful frown on his faceplates before it was disappeared by a dry, arch expression as he drummed his fingers against an upper arm.

"Not really, no. Not that my background is particularly exciting." He snorted and shrugged, ignoring the feeling that he was... forgetting something. Every miner was part of at least one cave-in; he'd been in four. The only thing that might seem exceptional was that he'd survived long enough to be saved... and then someone actually bothering to repair him. And his gladiator career wasn't that unusual either, even if he'd been a champion.

While he would of course expect security and the police force to have an extensive file on all his... ah, activity from when he stopped playing by the rules, he was... slightly surprised that anyone might actually have bothered to go beyond that.

"Tell me, Prime... Why don't you tell me what you do know, and we'll see if I agree with how correct it is?" Now, Megatron finally looked back at the Prime, away from the lessening distance to the ground as their transport circled in and down for landing.