"Too late, if so," Megatron said with a shrug, walking slowly around the next forcefield. Within it was a metalworking item - he was sure, by the looks of it, that it could be used for more than one task.

"Hmmm, I'm sure you'll figure it out shortly," he said with a grin from under the edge of his helm, trailing his fingers over the resistant energy field slowly. "What about that one?"

He pointed over to the one he'd first tried to touch, the strange, and impressively clawed, weapon.