A natural disaster had greater command of subtlety when Roller literally came crashing in. Shockwave flipped quick as a switch to idly mapping out the power grid to lopping out of the building on a warpath; his cannon aimed outward and that singular yellow optic burning bright through the darkened corridors he charged out from.

Guns blazing not being a figure of speech here, Shockwave was fully prepared to quash whatever he perceived as a thread. Until everything even his own thoughts all came to a screeching halt when he saw the massive figure picking themselves up off the ground.

Impossible.

"Roller?" Only Shockwave could make a simple questionable sound so flippant even as his thoughts and emotions were doing cartwheels.