There's a gentle laugh from Soundwave; he splits his battle mask. He figures it might help with better relations. His relief is that he's not getting mixed up with his, ah. Other versions from this Wheeljack, at least, but the more he can make the difference, maybe the better.

"Ain't my first tussle. Just one of the few I couldn't hit back as hard," Soundwave says softly, visor dimming.

Not so much as a hit as it was being torn up and examined and... and something else. He tilts his head again.

"You see a Prism on the Link? Just don't talk to 'im. That's my word of advice, dude."