Ratchet hisses quietly at the mention of engineering. "If the Decepticons have decided to venture back into the field of biological warfare, I will hunt Megatron down and strangle him with his own fuel lines." The medic's eyes are practically spitting flames, he's that upset about this revelation. The idea of biological warfare is... no. Just. No.
Luckily, Ratchet's scanner takes that moment to ping, an overly cheerful sound, given the circumstances. Still, the lights that are popping up on its face -- mostly yellow with some flecks of green and red tossed in -- seem to calm Ratchet a bit.
"Well, it looks like Sir Vector managed to do more than just slow the disease. My scanner indicates that, while it's still going to be affecting your systems to an extent, your infection is not contagious anymore, even if it was to begin with."
What he doesn't say out loud is that his little scanner isn't nearly advanced enough to detect any hints of genetic engineering, so he's going to be using this sample to investigate further later. In the meanwhile, he reaches out to give Drift's shoulder a (hopefully) comforting squeeze.
"Looks like your self-imposed quarantine can end now, Drift."
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Luckily, Ratchet's scanner takes that moment to ping, an overly cheerful sound, given the circumstances. Still, the lights that are popping up on its face -- mostly yellow with some flecks of green and red tossed in -- seem to calm Ratchet a bit.
"Well, it looks like Sir Vector managed to do more than just slow the disease. My scanner indicates that, while it's still going to be affecting your systems to an extent, your infection is not contagious anymore, even if it was to begin with."
What he doesn't say out loud is that his little scanner isn't nearly advanced enough to detect any hints of genetic engineering, so he's going to be using this sample to investigate further later. In the meanwhile, he reaches out to give Drift's shoulder a (hopefully) comforting squeeze.
"Looks like your self-imposed quarantine can end now, Drift."