"Good thing I'm not a patient, then," Ratchet says peevishly, turning a baleful optic on Bumblebee. "We have bigger problems than Tarn busting in here, nearly ransacking the place while trying to make me perform surgery on him , then sawing my leg off when I refused. Surprisingly enough." His optics stray briefly to Drift's berth.

"I'm certainly not the worst off by a long shot. Anyway." He turns his attention back to Bee, looking him over critically. "How are you holding up?"