I'm a complicated Autobot, old timer. I got layers.

Well, if you're waitin' fer thanks, you're gonna be waitin' a long goddamn time.

[Her gaze is steely, cool. Weary of many things.]

You just get an idea and for you, it's fun - fer me, it means living a hard life in a hard time. You condemn me to living by the gun in a time and place where that ain't easy for anyone, let alone a woman. Saddle me with a legendary father who doesn't even know I exist - bet the rest of the details you fill in won't exactly be about happy families and fun times, will it?

Then the idea that me and my father are...some sorta chosen champions? Well that's just bullshit - I don't care what evidence you cook up. I ain't believing in things that can't be seen - hard enough believin' in what I do.

[There's a pause as she seethes a little, taking a deep breath. Things she wants to get off her chest right at the start.]

But fine. You better damn well find me somethin' to actually do. I ain't one for sitting around.