Emma gave him the sort of level, unimpressed look her students got when they weren't bringing their obnoxiousness A game. Surely he could do better than that.

"You're not my first giant purple robot. The most amenable to civilized persuasion, though." A long unhappy history with Sentinels aside, she didn't need to hide any deep distaste. Appearances were a mask, she knew that better than most, and Shockwave had as much in common with those single-minded, non-sentient killing machines as Emma did with a marble statue, and sentient killing machines, at least, could be reasoned with. Not that Shockwave was making the task easy, though she couldn't blame him. Positions reversed, she'd be behaving similarly.

"Frankly, I'm usually willing to let people stew in their problems--I have enough of my own to deal with--but you're dangerous." It was a compliment, really. "I didn't realize it in the moment, but it's not that you won't control your temper. It's that you can't. It wasn't just your body that was mutilated--the edges of your mind are like shattered glass."

Wrong universe, Emma.