"That I know all too well, from just my readings alone," Orion said sourly. The mention of said censorship irked him more than any slight to his frame specs and their lack of use - he was rather self aware about his lack of physical activity. Putting his alt mode under any heavy strain was a rare occurrence in his line of work.

"I should hope so-"

Watching the lightrod drop away into the void drew him up short. He leaned and stared as it fell away, only for vertigo to curl up in his tanks when it kept on falling; he abruptly stepped back, bumping right into Megatron's chest with wide optics and a muted clang.