That's fine enough Nautica didn't do any complaining. Brainstorm did the complaining for her, while simultaneously trying to pretend that he didn't care that she was hurt. Purely professional interest, you see-- it was hard to find another quantum mechanic around here.

Still, that didn't keep him from hovering nearby, clutching his briefcase as he watches her from across the medibay, occasionally harassing the medics to check her energon intake and questioning the quality of her repairs. Nautica was acting... funny. But he's no medic, so he wasn't sure why. He hated that.

Eventually, he stops hovering around like some giant robot vulture and leaves for a while, but when he comes back his arms are full of datapads, some in which fall from his arms before he can dump them on the berth with her. He squints at her, looking at her hands.

"Yes, they're hands. What are you doing?"