The war is over, and First Aid had never been particularly picky when it came to patients, save for a rare few exceptions. He notes the symbols, but he doesn't even flicker his visor at them.

"Oh, thank you. That's very kind," he murmurs as she picks the pads up, his remaining hand patting her shoulder with his appreciation.

"This is a medical clinic. My name is First Aid. My colleagues are Ratchet and Red Alert. Oh-- and Megatron. He's in training."

A bit... strange for him to acknowledge, really.