Orion really had no idea what the rude mech wanted; he couldn't focus on Megatron, irritation rising as the stranger...tried to sell him something?

He sounded like some sort of classist, frame-typist aft of a used oil salesman- who had his hand on his aft.

"Excuse you," Orion snapped, optics going wide with shock. He immediately jerked out of hand-range as his field flared, heavy and waspish with indignation.

"I don't know what the pit you're offering, but I want no part in it!"