This was the first time First Aid had been out of the Haven... ever. Usually the medics kept inside the boundaries of the Haven as they were often needed inside the medibay, if not for checking over injuries, but for also regular checkups and maintenance. There was always something to be done.

And First Aid... well. He felt a little bit of the odd mech out, with friends but no one particularly close. Still, he didn't regret coming with Drift. This was a new kind of adventure and someone had to make sure Drift didn't lose a leg or something.

He sits by the fire by himself, his optics lighting a data pad that he had propped against the backs of his legs. Hey, even out on a journey, he had to document it somehow. Behind him was his cybercycle, providing a small barrier to lean up against.