"Of course I am," Megatron snorted, then shook his head, waving a hand in the air, "and 'blind panic' is precisely why I say your instinct's good, Orion. You didn't think, and you still acted in a way that got you a momentary respite."

Pausing, he tilted his helm and arched an optic ridge.

"If you'd frozen up, that thing would've gotten to you before I got there. It wouldn't have had any time to deal any real damage, but that's not the point," Megatron smirked and scraped off some liquid that had splashed on his forearm, "I'm impressed somebody who doesn't come configured with personal weapons has any such instinct at all... makes my job easier."

Since he was still fully intending on getting Orion well-acquainted with self-defense.