[ The question brings back some bitter memories for Blake. She stops in her tracks at the door's threshold and, without facing Soundwave, says, ] It's nothing like that. I'm just... really overwhelmed right now, and I thought you might want some privacy.

[ But that's a fair bit of projection and not even the whole truth, is it? She sighs, turning around to look Soundwave square in the visor. It's still hard to fight the instinct to avoid unpleasant confrontation, but she sees no harm in doing the work here -- especially if she'll be sharing a room with this person for a night. ]

I'll be honest with you -- I'm from a war zone. I just... couldn't understand what someone in a robot suit would be doing inside a resort other than posing a danger to people, for a second.