[Ratchet almost flinches. He opens his mouth, to make some sort of excuse but he stops himself, his mouth creasing into a thin line. Optimus already knew. And Ratchet knew better than to dismiss the subject. Plus, he was concerned. And while the old medic found it endearing at times, his pride mostly got in the way. Plus, he was just some old bot.
The medic glances back at Optimus, almost hesitant.]
Adjusting to this world is-- [The monitors flicker and beep a few times. Ratchet cringes and smacks the primitive technology a few times before it's monitors remain constant. Blasted human tech...]
no subject
The medic glances back at Optimus, almost hesitant.]
Adjusting to this world is-- [The monitors flicker and beep a few times. Ratchet cringes and smacks the primitive technology a few times before it's monitors remain constant. Blasted human tech...]
...more difficult than I had imagined.