Primus, spare him.

First Aid takes a moment to gather his thoughts and resist the urge to turn his visor up at the ceiling. Today was testing him, surely. Ratchet was going to spring out from behind a cabinet with a datapad and pen and tell him his final score any moment now.

"Right... Let's start from the top. Do you have any sort of--" He was floundering for the words to use. Giving sex ed to young soldiers was way earlier because they at least had common words and default interface organs. "I mean, I'd assume you have to, if you're aroused."

He looks at the apex of her legs and cups his chin thoughtful, if just to keep his hands away from anywhere more scandalous on his own body and hers.

"On a Cybertronian, it's common to have pleasure equipment in our pelvic armor. It's generally used for recreation, alone or with others."