L.O.A.F.
There is a pause.
"Loaf? Or is this a Abbreviation of something?"
She's just waking up, the most the big predacon is going to do is start grooming. ....and maybe groom the mech too since he's stuck between forelegs.
Perfectly normal morning!
There is a moment of tense silent, his frozen in fear. But can he be blamed? Starscream don't have the best history involving Predacons after all.
"Erm" Words are lost, what do you even say to the predacon that sits on you?
"Hm?" The Predacon pauses, tilting her head so her good optic could look down at the mech. she blinked and shifted to groom his wings, very careful not to hurt them as her own wings shifted and rustled.