First Aid gets to work to unscrewing the panel off the limp drone. It's easy enough with Pipes helping to hold it still and it's off in an instant, placed gently to the size. He digs into the delicate insides a moment later, gently pulling out the wiring and chips.

"Ah, see. The brain chip is fried. It'll need to be replaced and the memory core rebuilt."

His visor flicks up at Pipes and muses for a moment. "A couple of mechs migrated into the city before me, but... about a month or so?"