Baelheit is sitting at his desk when Megatron strides in as if he belongs there -- as if Baelheit's expecting him -- mere moments before he had received a page from his startled receptionist informing him that his afternoon appointment had arrived. Strange, he'd thought, for just a moment; he doesn't recall having an afternoon appointment on the books for today. Stranger still that he doesn't recognize the man who strides in at all, although he has a terrifyingly commanding presence.

But Baelheit does not look particularly upset or unnerved; a little thrown, perhaps, but he doesn't rise as Megatron strides into his office, merely removes his reading glasses and blinks in curious surprise.

"And you are?"