"Perhaps," was Megatron's non-committal response, before he snorted, brushing his hand over the force-field of the next artifact with absolutely no hint of wariness or caution, "and in that case, I am one ahead of you."

Of course, that force-field didn't react, and he moved onwards, starting to feel impatient - and perhaps a bit agitated from what seemed like a very real weight from the key settled underneath his spark chamber.

"For some reason, though, I doubt any of the others will react. Want to bet?" He smirked at Orion, paused over one of the other force-fields that neither of them had yet to touch.