Ratchet waits by the corridor airlock door for it to cycle open for him as he prepares to re-enter the Medbay. He'd been sneaking in some recharge when Skyfire had commed him to let him know that Starscream was leaving, and turning the bay over to him. To be honest, he probably could have used a few more hours of downtime before he headed back here, but there is still important work to be done if the Machine is to be rebuilt and everyone left is to be transferred back into their bodies.

It had been too hard to drop offline again once he'd started thinking about what still had to be done, and sitting around fretting about Wheeljack and Perceptor and the work that was left was about as useful as taking that lovely crate of Very High Grade of his and just dumping it out on the dusty ground. May as well go be useful and fret and at least divide his attention somewhat.

If Skyfire lets him, that is.

Ratchet chuckles to himself as he passes through the open door into the darkened airlock beyond, waiting for the doors to cycle in order. Light from the Medbay finally spills over him and he strides back into his kingdom like a conquering warlord, glancing around to take quick stock of his domain.

Down to two jets now, apparently. Less a nest and more back to a proper Medical Repair Bay. Nothing's destroyed, and, with any luck - and the trust he'd put in Starscream - nothing's booby-trapped.

That woould make it just about time for the next major disaster. Ratchet rubs his hands together, and lays a private bet with himself on how long it will be before said disaster descends upon them. Four hours. Five, tops. Definitely within the days, though. He can feel it in his spark.

"Hey Skyfire. Everyone's still in as many pieces or fewer than when I left them, I trust?" he asks the big mech with a grin.