She banks towards the patch of green -Central park, though her beak clicks in disapproval at all the pink she sees.

She'll have to range out past the city, then. No matter.

Her grip loosens just enough that the child can breath easier. She does require him alive.

Earth. Of course. The planet seems to be a constant in some after some fashion or form. Much like Cybertron is. How quaint.

"I see. Cease squirming before I drop you, child. You're more useful to me alive, yes, but you have three other brothers I can use."