"Uh huh. Or, half-sentient," he muttered, only half joking. Sighing, he glanced between Megatron's fist where the weapon continued to retract-engage to the display for it's 'sister' crystal. There was no real reason to think Orion would be able to get at it, or even that it would do the exact same thing as the purple crystal had.

But he still could not deny his strange - for lack of a better word - attraction to the thing.

Orion backfired his engines, snorting. "Ugh. Fine," he growled, before reaching over and pressing a palm against the force field.

He was only fractionally surprised when his hand went right through, field dissipating under his touch. But the sudden lack of resistance did keep his hand from stopping, and he ended up with warm, orange crystal right up against his palm.

"Oh, frag me."