"Who says I haven't already found something, and am only waiting for you to be done here so I can show you?" Megatron said, his optic ridge still hiked up to disappear under the edge of his helm, amusement clear through his field.

But he did wander off a bit down the corridor, once again following the etchings and trying to see what Orion was, or maybe some pattern he hadn't seen before.

"Though if you wrote that thesis, I'd read it. I'm sure it would be good enough to sweep cybertronian academia off its collective feet." Something which he didn't doubt; Orion had a knack for writing - and oration, when he could get over his shyness about taking up space.