Finished with the cage, Nightscream found herself in a rare spot of having nothing to do. She would have liked to check on Sklog to see whether he wasn't razing her facility, but in an uncharacteristic moment allowed him his privacy despite being able to watch without being caught through the security cameras.

Blackarachnia shown no signs of waking up yet, not that she would make for much of a conversation once she did. More garbled screaming of a thousand voices in one mind wasn't what the seeker was looking for. To top it all off, the autobots didn't feel like sharing what was on their minds. "Oh well, I suppose now's as good a time as any to start up on Mark 2." she said to herself, disappearing back to the lab and sitting herself comfortably in a chair - one of her quirks that other cybertronians didn't didn't find understanding for. She however shuddered at the image of the bridge on Nemesis with the only chair being Megatron's throne.

Pulling up a tracking feed she kept one eye on the Autobots, following them where the cameras still worked. the impact itself disabled most things in the area of interest unfortunately, so they would have to go in blind. Minimizing the feed to a top right corner, she fired up a design software and started fiddling with the plans for the prototype, adding and improving now that she had some new inspiration, tinkering until somebody had a need for her.