Airachnid shrugged at his response. It didn't really matter to her, anyway. The only important things right now were how she was going to get off this rock, and how many of those pesky organics she could skewer on her way out. She wouldn't try to bring their species to the usual near-extinction, however; she knew when to retreat.

"In a sense," she replied. "I've been watching. Listening. My stay here hasn't been long, but I've noticed that a guard stops by every so often to ensure I haven't escaped or, indicated by a bit of acting I did, offlined myself. I believe the vermin want us alive, and we could use that to our advantage." Oh, yes, she had an idea. Ultra Magnus probably wouldn't like it one bit, but did she care? No.