"I doubt..." studying the slow creatures, Megatron didn't take their current speed at face value, and kept his free arm out to shield Orion somewhat. He should have brought his shield as well. "... that they've ever been topside, Orion. I don't think they're lost and have mutated."

Something just didn't feel right about these; to Megatron, no matter what they (vaguely) looked like, they didn't read as Cybertronian. And thus, even if he wasn't exactly aware of it, they were only one thing; enemy.

"When I tell you to, turn on your headlights for a few seconds." It was brighter in here than the corridors outside, but the concentrated light from headlights like Orion's could still be startling and even blinding.