When Twitch next returned to her room, Megatron was waiting for her. He hadn't sent her a message asking for her to meet him there because he honestly thought he could use the opportunity to think.

He stood beside the door with his hands clasped behind his back in what was unconsciously parade ground rest, optics dim as he circled around a few pertinent trains of thought.

He looked up when he spotted movement, optics heightening again. "Hemmin, Twitch." He spoke in a calm, level voice as he nodded at her, though he did not smile. "Are y'occupied at the moment? I wanted to speak with you."