Yeah, and you're not going to unless you can keep quiet for fifteen consecutive seconds.

[Ratchet sounds nettled, but he's already reaching out to hook in, his optics narrowing distractedly as he does. He slides careful, sifting fingers through Knock Out's code, nudging up against firewalls and... leaving them alone, sliding harmlessly along the edge of whatever's in Knock Out's mind that he's intent on keeping private and concentrating on seeking out the malicious code. He takes as thorough a scan as he can before he draws back and disconnects, looking deeply thoughtful.]

...there. That should do it.