First Aid pauses just for a moment, looking at Sixshot in the optics.

"I'm trusting you not to report this info," he murmurs, reaching up to unspool Sixshot's data cable from the open panel.

The transfer of data only takes a moment once First Aid has plugged it into the pad. List counts of scrap metal, tools, pumps, energon stocks, oil, and so on uploaded in just an instant. When it finishes, the medic gently unplugs Sixshot from the datapad and pets his neck.

"Before we get started, you want to see something I invented?"