Val miiiiiight have a preference for chessmaster types. Maybe. A little.

Huge egos, however, were not a problem.

Rodimus obviously didn't want to talk about this Trailbreaker person and Val didn't care about dead people she never knew, so she let it go. Time to deal with the misconception she now realized was afoot.

"You think I'm a mutant?" she asked, rhetorically, punctuated with a sigh. Terminology. "I meant 'outlier' in the statistical sense, not in whatever colloquial meaning it has to you. I don't have any special powers."

...Insisted the time-traveling, supervillain-manipulating, lightsaber-building, TARDIS-inventing supergenius three year old.