He watches Sixshot's expression, what he could see behind the mask, and finds a new certainty in his words. His own expression brightens, something that was happening less and less often, and he simply nods. He would do what he had to to help piece together some modicum of peace from the tatters of this war.

"Ratchet would know how to make the adjustment," he rubs the back of his helm sheepishly,"I don't imagine he'll be very pleased if I ask him."Ratchet would be able to tell right away what he was doing even before he explained himself.

He takes the datapad, tilting his head slightly.