Peeking at Prowl's activities in a medical berth was about as boring as one would expect. It was only marginally more interesting than a day at his office, largely because he wasn't often at the receiving end of a battle. It's been a while since his frame sported the battle-damaged look.

Prowl was preoccupied with his log(how the hell did he get that in there?) and didn't pay much attention to Ironhide as he peeked inside. He was aware of his surroundings, of course. He'd just figured Ironhide would talk to him if he had anything to say.

There was only so much fidgeting he could take, however, and the datapad drops into his lap as he looks up,"You've been pacing around like an anxious turbofox."