Staring while Orion seemed to work himself up over... whatever it was he'd read, Megatron crossed his arms over his chestplates, helm cocked. Waited, though not very graciously, one leg twitching just slightly with the need to tap on the floor.

And then, finally, Orion spoke. His first comment made Megatron want to snort - he knew enough myths to have figured out that the simple fact that there were thirteen items in this place was... damning enough, for some stances.

But that was all.

Then Orion continued, and Megatron stilled.

Frowned.

... Interesting.

Frowned, and then grinned sharply.

"Indeed? That's a... curious name, isn't it?" Then he turned on his heel and put his hand to the forcefueld - and it dissolved with a muted crackle when he'd barely touched it, letting the crystal fall into his hand.

A second it lay there, and then it melted, sliding into cracks and gaps with a sensation of liquid fire. Megatron gritted his teeth and didn't move.