Ratchet could hear the steps as they became heavier. They were so sudden, and caught the old medic off guard. He turned around as his hand transformed into his knife. If anything, he was on edge around on this Cybertron. Who knew who was out and about, be it Cybertronian or human. Anyone could really be an enemy.

His optics narrowed at the newcomer in the dimly lit area. He took a hesitant step forward, his arm raised up to his waist, just in case if he needed to defend himself.

"Who's there?"