Barricade simply stared back at Qilby, optic shutters closing once as he waited for his words to register to the Meister. He knew that look, and the body language, as he'd seen it a thousand times over in his lifetime. It was the face of something backed into a corner and more likely to lash out, which Barricade might have actually laughed at. What, exactly, could Qilby possibly do to him? There was no laughter, though, because at present he was about the go up the wall himself if something startled him.

At Qilby's suggestion, he didn't move. Barricade was already jumping at something behind them that wasn't there, so there was no way he was letting the old man drag along behind him. Which pretty much left them right where they were, until one of them cracked completely.

"Here's a better idea," he said. "You've got one good hand and my Weapon form's going to make it better. So you and me - we resonate now or we're not going anywhere."

He really had no idea how difficult this was going to be, and resonating properly was the farthest thing from his mind right now. Transforming under these circumstances was going to be hellish, and he almost wished Bumblebee were here to sock him the face again to trigger it. Almost.