"Indeed it is," Megatron growls. He really wishes there were someone here he could actually afford to kill to make a point to the rest of them, or at least brutally maim; but then, if the situation weren't so dire that he didn't, he wouldn't be quite this angry in the first place. Making Starscream squirm is only small consolation – but perhaps he'll get more out of him later.

With a frustrated snarl he concedes to let Starscream go – by way of throwing him by the wing at the other two – and takes a step back, beginning to turn towards the mouth of the cave.

"Knock Out, attend to your injured comrades. Once you are able," a derisive gaze roams over Breakdown's absent arm and Starscream's crumpled wing, as if he wasn't just responsible for that one, "convene with me at these coordinates – my vessel might have been wrecked, but it nonetheless makes a better venue than this miserable crevice."

The coordinates supplied, he wastes no further time transforming and shooting out of there, away towards his desertbound ship, confident – at least for now – that he can count on them eventually following.