"Hmm," says Megatron, who is honestly more worried about an exhausting uptick in shenanigans than he is about the Lost Light actually being attacked by Decepticons. That said, though... he can definitely imagine a version of himself being offended enough by his own appearance to order an attack... But on the other hand it's much harder to imagine traversing alternate realities to rescue Starscream.

He decides he probably has nothing to worry about. At least, nothing that isn't already standing in front of him giving him the evil eye.

"Alright," he says curtly, and starts down the corridor. "Let's see if Perceptor and Brainstorm can send you back to where you're supposed to be. Cybertron, you said?" He glances down at Starscream, considering. "Is your war still contained to your home planet, then?"