Rorschach snorts as he takes the tablet, the only commentary on the ridiculousness of the idea as he is willing to part with; he is confident that he is no more likely to become ink as Daniel is to become an owl, or Veidt to sprout fur like the feral beast he claims as pet. There must be some, more reasonable, explanation, although as he watches the transmission he grows less certain. A fairy tale creature brought to life on screen, and his mind rails against the absurdity of it. It doesn't fit, doesn't make sense in the world he knows, and his mind quickly turns to other explanations in an attempt to resolve the discrepancy.

"Tampered with. A Hollywood lie constructed to support your story. Conspiracy amongst a few to fool many, to perpetuate a lie." The accusations fall thick and fast, snarled out because he cannot accept otherwise. It's only on technology, after all, and such things can be altered, changed to reflect an untruth, although he is uncertain of to what purpose.