[There's no offense at all with she said to him. If anything, Soundwave appreciates the bluntness, whether it's because someone does have the guts for it or lacking filter or self-preservation. Whatever the reason may be, he prefers bluntness.]

I suppose I should've done that, thank you. [He's taking her advice genuinely, so there's that.] I do have to correct you on one thing.

[He turns his head back to her. The blue tinge is still there (doesn't help that she actually wants to know the real him than the fake avatar), but he's ignoring it.]

I am not a robot. Careful with calling us that, as it is considered an insult. Some may not respond in kind. [Soundwave is chill on this matter.] We are living beings, just like humans. Formed naturally and not built or programmed.

[Of course, there's another method Cybertronians are created. Cold Constructed, but that's can of worm he won't be opening up today. That aside, Soundwave is certain that she has many questions about that, and he's prepared for that.]

It's my mask, and... yes, I am okay.

[But before he answers any other questions, Soundwave steps forward until he's in front of Monika. The height difference between them is clear. Astounding, really. It's not the same feeling he has when he was thirty feet tall nor does he have to crank his neck down so much, but he still he towers over Monika. This won't do at all. He'll crouch down just the same-- only this time, he isn't towering over a human.

There's a slight hesitation on his part. Then, gingerly he reaches out to take her hand, surprisingly gentle and careful as if to not hurt such a delicate hand while giving a handshake. Despite being entirely mechanical, Monika may feel that his hand is warm instead of cold as one may assumed. Like he said, he is a living being, and the warmth is made possible from the kinetic processors underneath.]

Thank you.