"Heh." Val laughs at his attitude and casual demon-tossing, though she doesn't glance up from her work. "You remind me of my godfather." She means it as a compliment, regardless of Megatron's feelings on organics.

"You think you can hold the portal for a while?" She slots the card she's just finished into a housing, and the whole thing comes to life with the telltale glow and hum of high tech. "I was gonna set up turrets, but this would be way faster and I wanna hit while they're still gloating and not expecting a retaliatory strike."