"Of course." kneeling, he extended a hand and she wobbled over, plopping in his palm. He waited until she stopped squirming to stand and carry her a good distance away. Not to far, the others could still see them but the distance let them know he was serious about privacy. "What is on your mind." he brought the hand up so they were face to face.

"I don't wanna overstep some boundary, so please tell me to shut up if I do." she started, fidgeting in his palm. He gave a kind look, encouraging her to continue. "Okay, I heard something in passing and I just...sigh...is Megatron your brother? Like...real brother? Like Sammy-blood brother, brother?"

It seemed she stunned the Autobot leader a moment. "I...well..." he cleared his throat. "Yes, we were brothers, had the same creators."

Saffron's shoulders slouched, brows knitting. She had hoped she had been wrong about that but his affirmative and the dream, sort of shot that to hell. Damn, his own brother. Trying to kill him. Both of them, leaders of their own fraction. I can't imagine how that must have felt...I can't even imagine Sam and I being in their shoes., scratching her brow, eyes closing a moment. "I'm sorry, Optimus."

"...for what, Saffron?" he mused.

"Because, no only you lost the Allspark, you lost your brother." she frowned.

"Megatron had stopped being my brother a long time ago. He was to far gone to save anyways." he sounded so...disappointed.

"First off, he can never stop being your brother...simply because he turned a bit crazy near the end. He's blood...er, energon?," her eyes narrowed in thought before shrugging. "Doesn't change anything." now, a finger wagged in his metal face. "And secondly, I am not sorry Megatron was killed. I am sorry your brother was. Big difference."

"I...thank you, Saffron...I appreciate your sentiment."

"For the love of...it's Ronnie, big guy. How many times must I remind you?" she pointed at him but it was clear there was no anger behind her words.

"Forgive me, Saffron." a grunt left her, making him chuckle. "I am not the type to take privileges with someone I barely know, until on better, friendlier terms."

She just stared at him a moment then scoffed. The sound surprised him. "I shed blood, Optimus. For a war that had nothing to do with me or my race." she held up a hand as he made to comment. "And I would do it again. Not because my entire race was endanger of being wiped out. Not because we were fighting to give your home another chance. And not because I had already sided with the Autobots, before I knew what was going on. I did so, because to me, it was the right thing to do." a hand gestured between them. "We're practically family now."

She seen the slight smile at her choice of words. Them being family. However, it faded to a frown, a thought frown. "What do you mean 'to you'?" his head cocked.

"Well you think you're doing the right thing, right?" he gave a nod. "And the Decepticons think they're also right. Regardless of what side you're on, you're both right and wrong, it's a matter of perspective." there was silence between them a moment, making Saffron grin. "I know. Sometimes, I sound much wiser then my current age. Mama says I got an old soul."

"I believe your 'mama' is right."

She snorted in amusement. "I just wish I could do more for you guys. None of you deserve what's happened."

"Why were you asking about studying the cube?"

Back to that, hm?, she scratched her cheek this time. "Let's not say anything to the others right now." he nodded slowly. "But I was thinking about all the stuff I seen when I was trying to stop Meg's. All the data, notes and pictures of him." she paused a moment in thought. "If they' ve had the cube since 1913, then they have to have notes upon notes, pictures, sketches...stuff to do with it. We can get it from sector seven and...well, hopefully it'll be enough." she decided to leave out the part with the scars on her entire right side.

"It is certainly something to look into." he hummed, his optics dimming a moment before coming back. "We shall have to discuss this with your government."

"No way." nose wrinkling, she shook her head. "They'll just demand the knowledge be given to them as well. Probably use it to make weapons. They have no right for anything that belongs to you and your race."

"You seem very sure of that, Saff-Ronnie." he corrected himself, as a dark look crossed her face. Ironhide had been right, she was an intimidating little femme.

"I know my government, what they are capable of and what they are willing to do to get what they want. As bad as it sounds to say that but remember the whole...'we are young, we are arrogant' talk. This applies to it, trying to understand something so far beyond our realm. We'll blow ourselves up, if your technology was open to us."

"Some may say you have no faith in your own race." he noted.

She shrugged lightly, moving in his hand to a more comfortable spot. "Lookup 'Atomic bombings of the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki'...I'll wait."

His search took a full minute, she counted. Optics dimming again. His "brows" knitted together as he read all about WW2, the two cities in Japan that America bombed, Pearl Harbor. The war. "I...understand what you mean." he finally spoke.

"I'm not saying I'm anti-war, that I think my people are invalids. Someone trying to hurt my home, friends and family...well, I'd be the first to try and stick a fork in their eye. But..." she trailed off.

And he picked it up. "Humans are not ready for alien technology."

"No way." a head shook. "And if you go through the government, they're going to want to keep dibs on you, what your doing, how you're doing it. And whatnot."

"If not through them then how do we get the information you spoke of?"

A low crackle left the curly haired brunette. "This is when it comes in handy to have family like Mick and I, around, big guy." a hand patted the very one she was perched in. Later, she would hack into sector seven again and get the information for them. She owed them that much. Of course, they would be kept in the dark about what she does, the less they knew, the more they could deny being apart of it...should she get caught.