"Um," Brainstorm says, unsure what to respond with. Instead he just juggles the datapads in his arms until he gets one free enough to pat her head. "Good job, Nautica. You did it."

Sitting at someone's berthside in a medibay wasn't something he did. That was Chromedome's area. He knew what to do well. Brainstorm? He was looking for some kind of distraction.

He sets the pads down, picking one up and flipping through it until he finds what he's looking for, holding it for Nautica to see. It doesn't even really cross his mind she's not exactly in the shape to discuss any science or things of importance.

"I found a place that may suffice for a new work-- Say, I could upgrade your hands. I could give you literal finger guns. Nobody would expect that!"