[Munakata keeps his sword leveled at the robot--or, well, whatever mechanical race this creature was supposed to be--for a moment longer, then lowers it back to his side. His frown remains, tinged with suspicion.]

As you say. [His gaze averts to Soundwave's hand as he recalls that extended offer.] I will have to decline; I don't make a habit of allowing strangers into my head. [Does he have to worry about telepathy in this world, too? That was what it sounded like, coming from this other newcomer.

After a short silence, he decides he needs to say more in the face of his mistake.] The offer is appreciated, though.