If Sixshot could blush, he'd be beet red by now. He curls his thumb over First Aid's tiny, tiny hand and very gently brushes it over his wrist.

"The support crew who worked on me tended to have exacting standards up to and beyond cosmetics." Of course, his support crew were the sorts who'd worked under Shockwave and knew how to maintain his ridiculous black hole fission cell power core.

Speaking of... "I can double as a back up redundant power source for your life support? Although I think Ratchet's already got it hooked up to several independent circuits as is."