Sklog sat on the metallic boxes for about a minute before he go bored. His now rapidly thinking processor had analyzed everything in his field of view and now this minimal task had become agony as he was forced to look at the same thing for longer than needed. The still-self-considered-Dinobot got up and began walking back into the 'operation' room and hoisted up his old chassis in his arms and began heading for the stairs, planning on finding somewhere to call home as per the suggestion of Nightscream. He eventually found himself a nice piece of residency and sat his old chassis down on a chair so that it almost looked like it wasn't devoid of a spark. 

Sklog was about to say something but even he realized it would be pretty weird if he started talking to his own, dead chassis. He just felt like apologizing to himself even though he wasn't mad or anything, it just felt wrong to exist though now that the initial flurry of emotions had subsided he began to come to terms with his situation and was a little curious about what his two new alt-modes were since he didn't do a full, proper scan of his old chassis it was a mystery for Sklog as to what his new forms would be.