"Hm." Prism hummed in thought, walking up the stairwell. Turbulence was right. There were a number of things that it could have been. Scraps, other cybertronians, a space station. Maybe some alien species dropped something off that would help them with their energy crisis and barren wasteland problem. She could only hope so much, though. It most likely wasn't much of anything important, and as they reached the surface, Prism was quick to transform into her Alt Mode and get moving. Turbulence, now that he was fixed, should have had no problem flying around to give the two a view from above. She wasn't above offering help to him if he needed it, but she believed that he was fine now. 

"So, it moved in that way." Prism had pinged its general location on her hud when it had first crashed, and if he had hands in this particular mode, she would have pointed out the direction. With little time to spare, she began to drive off, humming little tunes to herself as she moved. 

"After all is said and done..." She sang to herself.