Nova Storm turned what had been said over and over in her processor. She felt that pain, because of course she did, and made a small, unhappy noise.

The feelings she sent back were as close to calm as she could, along with beginning to hum a soothing, wordless noise she and Warp had made to each other sib e they were brand new idiots, areas of battle seasoned idiots.

Fake it 'til you make it.

'We do what we always do. If we can't escape or fix a situation, we adapt, right? Find out the limits of what he did and turn it into something we can use to go further and faster, or... At least compensate for it. And then we plan how to make him hurt, right back.'