"'Kay." Val turned her attention to the minimal cleanup necessary, sealing the lid of the tank and checking for any stray splatters to clean up.

"If we had any established medium of exchange, I'd put money on the mechanism being a catalyst that accelerates fuel breakdown. Not only would it limit the power available to your systems, it'd tend to deposit on any available electrodes. The latter would be more of a long-term problem, though, so if you're not experiencing any--you know, I'm not sure how you'd perceive it." She stopped her science stream of consciousness as the problem of qualia arose, her reflexive hand-to-chin gesture interrupted by the fact there was a welding mask in the way. Flipping it up, she revealed an expression of distant concentration, blue eyes unfocused and staring through Megatron as she visualized his inner workings.

"Probably a paradoxical combination of numbness and radiating pain in the extremities as your central nervous system tries to compensate for reduced signal strength...but that's totally a guess." Satisfied with her hypothesis, Val stripped off her protective gear, leaving only control suit with its visibly glowing green circuit traces.