I think there are better alternatives. Too many people are too quick to resort to brute force solutions, when the same outcome could be accomplished with a strategic one.

Then it's war, isn't it?

The problem is when people assume too quickly that there's really no other way, when they're simply not looking hard enough for one.

That's right. I'd rather pick a lock than smash the door down — and if either option is available to me, then why shouldn't I?

I wish more humans did. But too often we lack the maturity to realize it.

In my opinion, less violence is never a bad thing.

But I can appreciate the beauty of a weapon while still disapproving of the use its maker intended it for.

Sparring is different than violence. There's an element of intent involved.

Then I would disapprove of the people it was designed to be used against, and the necessity that provoked its creation in the first place.

You could show me sometime.

[From what she already knows of Ironhide, she has no doubt that it'd be a fascinating spectacle — even if it's as violent as he's implying. Like gladiators sparring in a ring, perhaps.]

And if it has people like you in it, I'm sure I could find something to like about it.

If you were planning to hit him anyway, then maybe that's just a case of killing two birds with one stone.

[There's a thoughtful pause here.]

How tall are you, at your real height?

Birds play a role in quite a few of our expressions. There's another: "A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush."

So here you're only about a quarter of your usual size. That must've taken some getting used to.

We have a fascination with progress. Flying was one of the greatest frontiers we conquered, but it was far from the only one. Once we were fascinated with becoming masters of the seas, and in more recent history we had a technological race to the moon.

Did you have that uniform made for yourself once you were here, then? It's sized for a human, but I've never seen anything similar to it in Johto.

And did they succeed at it?

[Now there's a story she'd like to hear. But there's something about that figure, six months — six months is how often those three-day fourth-wall blackouts come, according to her resources.]

After one of those periods where everyone lost three days?

You don't sound very optimistic. It wasn't that object of power you mentioned before, was it? The one that brought your race to Earth in the first place?

[Oh, boy, more human holidays!]

Christmas. Someone brought you a gift.

Did they.

[And suddenly she wonders just how much of the history she knows was influenced by the Autobots, parallel universe or otherwise.]

You're lucky. Regardless of what comes in the packaging, the fact that someone was thinking of you is a gift in itself.