"I'm not painting anything anywhere," Ratchet says stubbornly, before he... almost softens, rearranging tools on a tray. "But trading tools and labor... that could be arranged. You know--" Ratchet almost hesitates, but presses on. "Y'know, this medibay in particular--it's for everybody. Almost everybody. You're welcome to come in and use tools if you need them." He tilts his chin up at Spinister.

"Megatron spoke highly of you, after we got back. He was grateful for your help. We would be, too, if you ever wanted to drop by and lend a hand."