That's one smashed drone, Grimlock.

It was positively tiny, and didn't take much to go crunch against the wall closest to his head. But, unfortunately, it wasn't the only one. Soon enough, another machine would find itself in his quarters, then another.

Actually, there's a few of them beginning to gather, as if to confirm what the first one had just seen. Still, they were positively diminutive, and the only thing they seemed to be doing where wandering. Wandering, and occasionally scanning. Near you.