Brainstorm feels heat flush to his faceplates. His throat feels suddenly dry of lubrication, since swallowing felt thick and difficult. He swallows a few times though, his vocalizer glitching with a sputter.

"Well, I--" he starts, then stops. What was he even doing? She wasn't even paying attention to what she was saying! He resets his vocalizer, then sits down and gathers up his briefcase, holding it clutched against his chest.

"You shouldn't fuss with that."