He's trying his best. And the little hum of sound is encouraging. He's not being shoved away or told to stop. It must mean he's doing it right. But his expression sobers.

"I was worried. You didn't sound like yourself."

And given he'd spoken to Soundwave all of once before then, that said something. He looks down, blankly, when Soundwave points to his chestplate. And frowns.

"The... tiger?" But maybe he means what's underneath. "Or the circuits?"