Loki's first impression is that he is devoutly glad he's in his larger form, and roughly equal to Megatron's current height. The armored look, the broad shoulders and the bearing of the mech reminds him of Thanos at first glance; so much so that his throat aches and he can feel his own adrenaline kick in. Thus, there's a moment before he speaks again, eyes sweeping across the stranger, taking in details, consciously looking for visual reminders of who he is not.

Fortunately, the body language is very much like Lucifer's, and while he gets into discussions with Lucifer where they never quite see eye-to-eye, he considers him an ally and friend. That's reassuring, and the echo of red eyes doesn't hurt either. Megatron may notice Loki take a couple breaths before truly recovering, but then he manages a smile.

"This is the part known as the Wilds," he explains. "The Plaza is off behind you, to what appears to be the West today. Things change on a regular basis; were you to return tomorrow, you might find the topography altered. But there is a kind of magic preventing overt violence in the Plaza. The further into the Wilds you get, the less reliable it becomes."

"I'm assuming neither of us are planning violence, though, so that's only relevant should you decide to wander."

What this is, rather than a date, is Loki being a busybody. He has family in the Nexus, and when an unknown quantity appears, he always wants to know what to expect. Ravage struck him as subtly but uncommonly kind, a probable friend in the making, but the sheer versatility and strength presented here makes him reluctant to take that for granted.

That, and a group that calls itself 'Decepticons' is bound to catch at his interest. He prides himself on deception, after all.

He stands and taps the stones behind him with his fingertips, activating the doorway to the hall below. "You are welcome here; please enter, if you so choose."

The space beyond looks well-lit, and quite large. More like a ballroom or throne room than a conference chamber.