"Smart move." Starscream notes her pained reaction, brows raising. "Get into a bit of scrap out there in the wilderness, did we? All the more reason to return to our ship for proper care, then," he says without even the slightest hint of concern.

He pulls up his internal comm systems to call back to the ship, carefully keeping both blasters trained on Airachnid. "Lord Megatron, do you read me? You will never guess who I just ran into. And no, it's not Orion this time." silence drags on for a moment, Starscream's jaw remains set in concentration. "Lord Megatron? ....Knock Out...?" Nothing. "Is ANYONE there? Hello!?" The seeker vents with an exasperated roll of the optics. "What is the MEANING of this--?"