"Then it doesn't make any sense, unless they planned for your return or-" Orion snorted, engine revving in worried irritation. But he left off his reexamination of the statue, grudgingly returning to Megatron's side.

"I can't exactly say that the idea of me being some sort of lure to these things makes me very comfortable," he grumbled under his breath.

"Let's just. Move on, shall we?"