Megatron tried to nod wordless agreement even though he barely processed a lot of what had been said. His head fell down to hang limp just like the rest of him as very sensations swam by, though his optics brightened in slow surprise when his aft got slapped. A small bit of alertness returned, enough that tried to get his pedes to do what they wanted, but they barely responded.

"Mmm? Who'm I calling?" Megs sighed, cycling flickering optics that were losing that brief flash of brightness again. "Dorothy isn't- she's not here. Back by th'bakery with Alex. Gave me her-" His fingers twitched as Megs thought about holding onto the mousebrass that wasn't there because one of the young mice had taken it from him. He didn't deserve-