First Aid appreciates the concern, but he had to admit to himself that every time he laid optics on Trailcutter he switched automatically into fretting mode. He meets the other mech's worry with his own, glancing over his frame as he bends to gather the chart, and then places a hand over his shoulder.

"I was attached, but I'm all right. It doesn't hurt anymore."

It's true enough, physically at least. His right hand had been his primary hand, and while he could use his left fine, he found himself trying to utilize an arm that wasn't there anymore often.

"Pharma's alive."