Resetting his optics in surprise and glancing between the fidgeting white mech and the one suddenly at his feet, Orion curled eager fingers over the top of Megatron's helm. Field almost immediately smoothing out some at the contact, Orion didn't drop his guard entirely. Turmoil was at Megatron's back now, after all.

::...Are you alright?::

Another hand curled around Megatron's shoulder, unconsciously possessive.

::Did...he say anything?::