It wasn't ideal - not even tolerable, really, but Megatron got what... well, what Orion had wanted, which was unfortunate. That Turmoil was supplying his sub with drugs was questionable enough, but not necessarily something to sound the alarm for.

What Drift had told him in the intimate shorthand binominal transfer was, however...

Drawing back and straightening up, Megatron didn't bother to so much as glance at Turmoil as he walked back to Orion, opening up a private frequency... to one of the bodyguards which luckily were working tonight, which Ragna had told him early on in their acquaintance was involved in law enforcement and could get things rolling if there were... issues that weren't exactly crimes like a barfight or anything.

For Orion, he gave his partner and dominant a considering look and then knelt down right there in front of him when he got close enough.