"You're certainly not the first human to believe they were holding a leash that couldn't be yanked both ways," Shockwave retorted over the steady sound of slender fingers rapping on the polished and carved armrest "Though I humbly concede you're the first with a firm grip. Yes, I'm familiar with telepathy."

Soundwave came to mind, so to speak. Only a brief flash; a bright and garish red that colored the frustration hidden behind a visor when Soundwave fell short of the mark making their own attempts at piercing the walls in Shockwave's mind. Had Shockwave been known to indulge in pettiness and not rediscovered a wide defensive streak where outliers were concerned, he would have found Emma succeeding where Soundwave had failed for the last four million years amusing.

"You were in the building I was bringing down."

So much for a lack of pettiness.