Turntail boards the vessel rather hesitantly, his blue optics adjusting to the light change as he strides through into the richly decorated hall. Pausing mid-step, the blue Autobot looks about himself in confusion, "Well er.. glad to see our engineers are keeping this thing on task.." Moving in slowly, Turntail slides his fingers along the giant oaken table, "Nice and.. militant." Turntail crouches back, his metallic lip curling into a sneer as he narrows his optics; glaring at the floating thing, "I am no such thing, damn your circuits!" Arcee evades your Stun Beam attack.