Valeria half-smiled as her conversational bet paid off and Megatron didn't show any surprised reaction to it. Nice to be dealing with someone who had a decent amount of skill at the game. "I can do just about anything. The question is time."

And, under these circumstances, payment. While she did enjoy helping for its own sake, and she did like Megatron, she hadn't yet established a secure enough position to be doing things solely from the goodness of her tiny heart. Still, quid pro quo counted as payment, and having favors in the bank to draw against never hurt.

Val set the repulsor down on a lab bench and began the trek to where she'd left her datapad, up a ladder on the catwalk. She really needed to bump an augmented reality visual overlay up her priority list so that this would stop happening. Oh well, being on the catwalk would put her much closer to Megatron's eye level, at least. "Anyway. Ratchet's big on medical ethics. What kind of history do you have that he'd withhold treatment?"

She had her suspicions, but people got more offended over flawed character judgments than they did other things, so better to let him tell what he wanted and fill in the blanks herself with a few strategic questions to Optimus or Drift.