Val was in her element, asking incisive questions and scribbling notes and equations in her childish handwriting that the datapad converted to much more legible text as she went.

"Yes, well, you had the good sense to come to me," she told him with only the usual baseline supergenius level of smugness--which was actually pretty cute on her. Being adorable substantially increased the number of shenanigans she could get away with. "Can I get a bloo--uh, energon sample? I can do a seamless patch job if you're worried Ratchet might notice whatever your equivalent of a needle stick is."