Fortunately, Optimus was thinking the same thing, despite his pride and satisfaction.

"Ironhide. Secure the area. We don't know if there are any others about." The guard-mech and his crew perked up at that, alarmed, and Ratchet immediately paused in his awed investigation of what remained of the body to scan the area once more.

"...We seem to be in the clear, Prime."

Optimus nodded grimly. "For now. Until then, lets get this perimeter secure. Groups of three, scanners out at all times." Over comms he added, ::And Ironhide? Have someone keep an optic on the overseer.::

::We'll do you one better and might even use two or three,:: the elder mech growled, exhilaration from defeating the robot boogieman leaving even the gruff mech pleased.

Finally he turned to Megatron, belatedly raising an optic ridge at that noise.

"How are your injuries?"