"Nice paint job, Ambulon." Nautica greeted the redecorated drone with a pat on what could be approximated as its head, then almost tripped over a crate of soldering wire that really shouldn't have been in the middle of the hallway. Neither should that fuel pressure monitor or plating saw.

"Um." This did not seem like the kind of thing Ratchet would tolerate, much less the extremely organized Red Alert.

"Megatron?" she called. "Why is there a bunch of stuff in the--" Nautica stopped short as she entered the exam room to see even more bunches of stuff Spinister had pulled out of storage in his reorganization efforts. "Good grief."