The smile she flashed him response was a little disturbing. From the table next to her on the catwalk, Val picked up something human-scale and thus hard for him to make out. She flicked a switch with her thumb, and a narrow purple flame, its core almost too bright to look at, jumped out of the device.

"Plasma torch." Point made, she turned it back off. "Given the size difference, I'll only need what feels like a few drops to you. I probably couldn't even pick up one of your medical vials." Speaking of which, that came out a little absently as Val looked around her work space for an adequate container for her giant robot medical samples, preferably one that didn't involve climbing back down the ladder.

"Could you grab that crate next to the energon tanks, please?" She bellied up to the railing to point at a box bigger than she was, holding what by Megatron's standards were thimble-sized clear cylinders, obviously modeled on the standard energon tanks they were next to, and scaled down to be usable by a human even smaller than usual for the species.

Making him do it didn't involve any ladders. She'd even said 'please.'