Baelheit merely gives him a faint smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, one that doesn't seem to answer either way. He doesn't know much about this Megatron, but he can tell the Cybertronian is far from pleased. Baelheit, for his part, merely seems to watch him, as though a distant observer. At any rate he doesn't seem all that worried or intimidated by Megatron.

"Commander Starscream and I had an arrangement," he says simply. "The synth-en formula in exchange for the repair of his transformation cog. If he did not plan any farther ahead than that, or indeed even consult his superiors on the matter...I'm afraid it seems to me that that is an internal affair, and has little to do with me."