Ratchet stared at the rock before looking back at Wheeljack with narrowed optics. Did he really know that there was metal in that rock or, was he just pulling his leg? The old medic glanced down at his hand peering at it.

"You... can detect metal." He sounded pretty skeptical as he slowly looked back up at him. Because really. C'mon, No Cybertronian, alone, could sense metal.

"...And you've been busy?" Of course he would be busy. "With what, exactly?"