Spinister scrambles frantically toward the ancient datacard for a moment, then upon seeing the large, red-eyes cyclops thundering toward him, decides to admit defeat. Cloaking again, a shimmering pink ribbon disappears down a bend.
"Very well," he says. "When the terrorcons began to attack, I suspected that your self-preservation instincts would compel you to retreat, at the cost of a more thorough search."
"Translation: he's not mad, just disappointed," Sprocket quips.
"Hardly," Shockwave replies. "All the same, you seem to have still acquired most of what I need."