After Firestorm and Axis leave, Overgrowth returns to the door of the improvised cell after depositing the human mech in the cargo bay.
“Of course,” she sighs, looking around the empty black corridor. “I must stay alone on the defenseless pleasure barge to do the responsible thing and guard the prisoners while everyone else goes galivanting about. Knight-Commander Pyroclast was right…”
The two Knights guarding the Tomb of the Primes turn to look into the porthole as “Magnetron Prime” makes his presence known. The blue-armored one rolls her eyes, while the black-armored Knight’s face is impossible to read.