Perceptor will sass the pants off Megatron if he had the chance, it's just what he does.

He cocks his head to one side, yellow eyes somehow managing to look irritable, despite their reptilian nature. Another huff, this one sending the feathers on his sides puffing in and out. His head shakes slowly back and forth.

No. He hasn't found much of anything. There was the garden in Trion's quadrant, which he'd raided. But that hadn't ended well.

Apparently she was right about... needing flesh.

He lets out a mournful little chirp, pausing, briefly, to shake out his feathers in a flurry of dust and metal scraps.