Said mech had enough of his processor with him to nod at Orion when the librarian left, but he was one again left staring as Orion left for backstage.

The backstage was similar to the front in its decidedly run-down state, but was surprisingly clean otherwise. Probably because this was a reasonable reputable arena, and the medics wouldn't stand for less... Or the higher-standing gladiators for that matter.

There were gladiators milling about the rooms and corridors to the wash racks, but nine of them did more than give Orion a glance... Until he went towards where Megatron had said he would be.

"I'd wait, if I were you. Megatron's probably busy right now." The rangy-looking gladiator had a neon yellow colour scheme and looked like he might break at first touch, but it was obvious he wasn't new at the arena from his scars.