::…::
There is the sound of pedes hurrying back to the console.
::Negatron- NEGATIVE. Negative, Smokescreen, that won’- _ell him the truth cowa_ Won’t be necessary!. Thank you. I can handle things. I can.::
Smokescreen probably should have given more warning, but he drops his energon, and keeps his servos up, showing he means no harm.
“Huh- I think I can tell.” He’s keeping his servos up, looking over at Megatron, and to the eradicons strapped to the wall. “They don’t look too ill- why are they in cuffs?”
Another thought.
“It’s not cybonic plague, is it?”
Data’s optics flick nervously from the warlord looming over them to Smokescreen, not lowering her weapon.
“And if it isn’t? What would you do?”