Megatron is seated alone on the bridge, having used his mass changing tech to keep himself a bit smaller; he's the same size now as an unarmoured Minimus. He looks up as Rutile enters with an admonishment.

"It's safer for all of us all around if I stay here." He replies, though even he doesn't look satisfied with that answer. "We need the refugees here to be cooperative. My presence would...agitate things." After all, if the greatest mass-murderer in galactic history were to show up, even these refugees might consider taking some revenge. It'd be well-deserved in his case, he won't argue that, but it would also blow back onto his comrades, and he cannot risk that. Still, it's a bitter reminder, especially after centuries in the Functionist universe where he was regarded as a hero.

"Besides, we have an open comm channel. I'm not completely cut off, Rutile." He points out. "I can still advise, at least."