Well, it's certainly a fancy bit of flying that marks Starscream's entrance to the hangar. Ever curious, Baelheit tries not to avert his gaze as Starscream makes his elegant landing, although the powerful rush of air causes him to shield his eyes at the last moment, his hair whipping back from his face. He quickly clamps a hand down over his head to keep his hat from flying away, only turning back once the jets appear to have powered down.

For a split second, Baelheit half-expects the holo-matter avatar he'd encountered at his lab to step out of the jet. He knows the avatar was little more than a solid projection -- a fascinating technology, certainly -- but he is left quietly bemused over the jet that has just entered the hangar. Starscream had indicated that his true form simply could not fit in such small, human-designated spaces, and if that were the case, he could certainly not fit inside of a jet designed for human use. And although the military design of the jet is familiar to Baelheit, there is only reasonable conclusion: Starscream is the jet.

Well, he's certainly encountered harder to swallow notions in his line of work.

He rises from the chair, briefcase in one hand, and acknowledges the fighter jet as he would a colleague or client in a meeting. "Commander Starscream."