"Heat but no interal issues," First Aid repeats thoughtfully, musing over known illnesses or parasites that could fool the internal readings. Miria isn't cybertronian though, so he doesn't rule it out being something he has no idea on.

"Right, let's get you on a table and take a look at you. How long have you been walking on an injured leg?"

Primus, maybe he should get Ratchet to do this instead. He's not sure if he can focus on a repair. Right, energon. That would help. He could get that and then hopefully that will do the trick. First, getting Miria on a table.

He takes her hand in his own and gives it a gentle squeeze, then motions to one of the slabs.

"Take your pick. We don't have any patients staying at the moment."