"Not for now. But if the Lambda can be dealt with, we'll need a method of getting out of here. Or perhaps we can find a way to build a resistance to the Lambda. We can't ignore possibilities."

Ultra Magnus exhales heavily, going silent as he works on the basic repairs. Eventually, he lowers his helm faintly. "We don't belong here. Plain and simple."

The repairs he performs are basic. Field patches at best. He's not a medic, never forged for it. But he's meticulous, at least, focusing on the finer details when he can.

"One moment." He steps away to go back to his desk before he returns with some rags. "Hold still again."