"TOUCH MY STUFF AND DIE!" Nightscream exclaimed, the exasperation obvious in her tone but then again, the limp and leaking form of Blackarachnia she dragged by the collar behind her and the facelessness of her snapped visor were an image that spelled that she could most likely deliver on the threat if she wanted to.

Having a look at the smoked elevator shaft, she growled. More repairs to be done. Momentarily she just wanted to toss Blackarachnia down the shaft and listen to her bouncing off of the walls and then crunch once she hit the bottom, but alas that would undermine the effort she put into her. "Turbulence, [i]no[/i]." she said firmly when she saw the autobot in his alt mode. Pulling up the appropriate files, she displayed a way to the evacuation stairwell.

"Grab sklog and get him down. Least I can do is stick him on life support, that should give him a boost. There's not much else that can be done, not in time. Then we're going to weld some bars over one of the rooms and deposit this thing inside, and then I am locking all levels you don't need to be at because you children jsut don'T know when to stop poking your servos into things that are better left sealed. Do I need to remind you that there was a war on and that Megatron wasn't particularly keen on his weapons bringing swift and merciful death? If you get yourself infected with some plague you'll find Primus knows where, you're on your own." the seeker said simply before turning on her heel and heading for the stairs.

Once she was down, she dragged the crippled spiderbot to an unused room and went to prepare the lab to admit the dinobot. She shut down her comm suite, not in any mood to answer questions that were bound to be on the autobots' mind. There would be time for those when they found some spare fuel and in general weren't in the danger of dying within days.