It's a minor miracle Starscream doesn't jump enough to whack his head or wings on the ceiling. He wheels around, null rays instinctively powering up, looking for the threat- Only for optics to land on one of the smallest humans he'd ever seen.

"...Slag."

His weapons power down, their whine ebbing to nothing. Ugh. If he left one of them a smear on the floor, more would investigate, and then he'd be without shelter or fuel. But he can't let it leave! If it outed him to the rest of the ship... Ugh! He's going to have to think fast. The exalted Decepticon Air Commander, reduced to this!

He hikes his wings up higher, a threat display in Seeker-speak, trying to look more aggressive than ridiculous despite the fact he's hunched over with his knees up to his cockpit.

"I could ask you the same!" He snaps. "How dare you interrupt my refueling!"