"No shortage of donor organs during a war and thus no motivation to create an artificial one, right." It wasn't really a question, and Val continued without waiting for him to confirm, one hand going to her chin in a gesture absorbed from her father, her blue eyes distant and not making contact with his red ones as she thought.

"It must connect to every one of your systems. That is not going to be an easy problem to solve." She held up a hand to forestall any interruption. "Before you start trying some reverse psychology nonsense on me, I don't think I can't do it. Just that it won't be quick. I'm going to need lab facilities and expertise I don't have yet, and those are going to take time to get."

She smiled reassuringly. "But don't worry, I taught myself biochemistry in a week. I can pick up Cybertronian medicine, no sweat. I like machines better anyway."