[Ratchet]

The Medbot was still finding sand in his plating from his time at the Nellis Military Base. It was quite annoying, the little particles shifting around by his wiring and such. For a human, it would likely be compared to having something crawling around underneath the skin.

However, their...insides weren't exactly as exposed, so that feeling likely never occurred to them.

Ratchet sat quietly in the shop, vehicle mode speckled with bullet holes and such from the battle. Idly listening to police radio frequencies for signs of Decepticons, there was nothing that seemed at all interesting. House fires, car accidents, murders. Nothing that could lead back to a Decepticon being the cause of what was happening.

He let out a little sigh to express his boredom, a habit he'd picked up from the humans almost right away. It appeared that something as simple as a sigh could represent many things though, which he still needed to learn.

There were so many things the humans did to express certain feelings however, so this little goal of his would probably take a while. Then again, he had all the time in the world.

The Hummer wobbled slightly where it sat in the shop, likely more sand annoying his insides. The urge to transform was strong now, but the shop wasn't exactly big enough to hold him while he was standing, so he forced himself to deal with it.

It was probably his fault in the first place for going out to the base, but it served to be a good choice in at least one way or another, since it had left a Decepticon dead, even if it was by his own blade...or...Saw.

[Isabel Smith]

Well...at least this isn't as bad as being with Ironhide. Isabel thought leaning forward once more and buring her head inbetween her folded arms on the small workshop desk. It was a heck of a lot more boring however, but boring was what she was actually looking for at the time. No crazy weapon specalist that thought she had the mind set of a five year old, who also liked to blow the heads off of dumptruck that she might have accidentaly helped bring to life and all.

It seemed ebtter suddenly to jsut not complain for the time. Still Isabel couldn't help but be fidgety as she sat. Little, if any conversation, went on ebtween her and the hummer...as crazy as it sounded that way. She was just being watched by another Autobot at the time though...one that had the same of a tool for soemthing. Ratchet! That was it. Having to keep track of all the names was getting to a tedious point though. "Raystorm, Ironhide, Sam, Ratchet, M," she muttered coutning off with her fingers of the people, and robots, she had meet thus far in all this madness.

Where was M anyway? Leaning up once more and twirling the end of her hair, now recently dyed blodne for god knew what reason (though she started to think looking different than what she used to was going to make her feel less noticed...which backfired completely to msot everyone who was sued to her brown hair), she fiddled waiting for the other power host to arive. Maybe it would be less awkward then. Though she felt nervious about it at the same time, M being a wild card and all with her personality and Is just being the most boring card in the deck. Not to mention she found something halarious the whole time she talked to her on her phone maybe ten minutes before and wouldn't even tell her what was so funny.

Looking abck voer at...Ratchet, she felt the need to try and vreak the silence somehow. Of course no sorta of small talk came to her mind, nor did she even think a robot would get small talk anyway.

[Ratchet]

Wait, wasn't there someone else in here?

Ratchet had nearly forgotten about Isabel being in the shop with him. The poor thing had probably been sitting there for ages before he'd remembered her presence. She hadn't said a word, heck, probably hadn't moved from where she was the whole the she was here. Embarrassed, he clicked off the radio and rolled forward a bit towards the desk where she sat.

"My apologies...er, Isabel was it? I got a bit side tracked and kind of forgot you were here. Thank you for being patient."He said, trying to sound as polite as possible. Now why was she here again?

Searching his memory for when Ironhide dropped the girl off at the shop, it came back to him almost instantly. Apparently the old 'Bot wanted him to do some sort of scan on the girl's brain, to look for...well, defects. Although just from looking at her, it seemed as though she was just fine. Nothing out of the ordinary, like weird twitches or random outbursts like he used to see in his defective patients back on Cybertron, so what could the problem be?

After about a minute of silence, Ratchet spoke up again, though sounding kind of doubtful about what he could do to help.

"To be honest I'm not exactly sure I'm equipped with the right tools to do any sort of...operation on your brain, Isabel. Are there not hospitals that can do that sort of thing instead? I may be the medic, but I don't have the tools to do something so drastic on a human."

It was possible that just a simple scanning could do the trick, but those weren't exactly for searching for mental problems. He'd just wait to see what Isabel thought of the whole matter.

[Maryse Daniels]

This was probably the most fun day she's had in a long time. In the midst of flying bullets, turning technology into killer robots, and struggling to keep her shop open, M couldn't really say that life was all that enjoyable. Bearable, but not enjoyable. Being babysat by the Autobots was really the only plus about it; quite frankly, they were the coolest things she's ever seen. They weren't trying to kill her - at least, not intentionally - and most of them were a lot of fun. Install was her favorite, even though he was just a calculator, and her favorite Autobot that happened to be an automobile would also be Install's favorite - Bumblebee.

He was just so pretty.

She was to be picked up at the Motorcycle Shop, she had been informed, by an officer Ironhide. She hadn't really had any run-ins with him before, but the way that the others talked of him, she knew she was in for a challenge. A hard ass, a being made for war, grumpy; a mix that M didn't usually associate herself with. But still, she didn't really have a choice in the matter of who she rode with. She was a bit curious as to why she just couldn't ride her own god damn bike to the Autoshop. But that apparently was out of the question. So when the GMC topkick parked beside the curb in front of her shop, she locked up and got in.

He wasn't really that bad. A bit informal and distant; kind of commanding, but not bad. She got the impression very quickly that he enjoyed battle, and she wasn't sure what kind of Decepticon would be stupid enough to go against him. It didn't take her long to relax a bit and get into some of her old habits. Like, sticking her head out the window. It wasn't so much that she liked the view more than the fact that riding inside a living organism was just a bit difficult to contain. Eventually, she sat back in her seat, and looked at the speakers as the robot talked to her through them.

"You are very strange," he said, sounding a bit confused over her actions.

"Thanks," she replied brightly, feeling just a tad bit hyper at the moment. Looking around and playing with the stud in her lip, she looked out the back window curiously. "Hey, can I ride in the back?"

The Autobot thought about this for a moment. "It wouldn't be wise," he said, "you could get injured."

M snorted. "I'll be fine. I'll hold on and everything!"

"You're supposed to be pretending to be my driver," he said, as if she wasn't doing the job very well. Which she wasn't. She was looking all over the place, hardly even at the road. Her hands weren't on the steering wheel. Needless to say, she wasn't giving a very convincing performance.

"If you drive fast enough, they won't see," M countered, smirking.

He thought about that for a moment. Or, rather, processed it. Whatever it was that he did. Then the back window slid open.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, squeezing out the tiny window into the truck's bed. She imagined that she looked like an utter moron, but she was in one of her stranger moods, and couldn't really bring herself to care. Holding on to the back of the cab, he went through the streets at a bit of a faster speed, but was still careful. It was kind of sad that she was beginning to notice these things.

They were at the Autoshop in a short while, M still riding in the back with her hair windblown and face slightly flushed. She was grinning like an idiot though. She saw the Firetruck looking vehicle - she had been told that his name was Ratchet - and then she saw Isabel. And she started laughing. She really couldn't help it. It wasn't nice, really, for a grown woman to be laughing at a fifteen year old girl, and it wasn't exactly Isabel that she was laughing at. It was the fact that Ironhide thought she was mentally incompetent. And that the reason she was hanging out with Ratchet was because he was some sort of medical officer or something and he was supposed to study her and see if the old sour-puss was right.

"Isabel," she greeted, grinning, jumping out of the back of the truck. She patted the side of it affectionately, which was kind of awkward, really, so she stopped right in the middle of a pat. "That was awesome," she complimented the truck, stepping away from it so that it had room to transform. She learned that necessity fairly quickly. She turned her attention to her fellow human, and smirked. "Got a diagnosis yet?" she asked, barely able to hold back a laugh.

(OKAY. NOW I HAVE TO POST WITH IRONHIDE. -headdesk-)

[Ironhide]

This human was a bit more entertaining than the other one. He really shouldn't have let her ride in the back, but at least she wasn't screaming and thinking that they'd crash every time they came within twenty five feet of another car, no matter at what speed. That tended to get annoying after a while. She seemed perfectly content in standing in the back of the truck, holding on tightly while he maneuvered through the streets at the quickest speeds possible without putting her in danger and without earning a lecture from Optimus about staying low key.

He wasn't really a low key type of 'Bot.

The strange-haired human seemed to be thoroughly amused by his reasons of visiting Ratchet and the younger human girl. He wasn't sure what was so funny about the possibility of one of the power hosts being mentally handicapped. That would just make everyone's job extremely difficult. But she giggled like crazy, and he started to wonder if there was something wrong with her too. That would be just his luck. Having two mentally retarded power hosts. Surely Primus didn't hate him that much.

Eventually she did calm down, and he entered the Auto shop thoroughly convinced that he only had to worry about the fifteen year old female of having mental issues. She was just odd. He barely stopped inside the shop before M hopped out, giving him what seemed like an affectionate pat before she stepped off, and he decided that it really wasn't worth trying to find a solution as to why she acted that way. He traced her voice patterns as she spoke to the other human. She seemed highly amused again, but she wasn't laughing. A diagnosis? That was Ratchet's job, to see if there was anything wrong with the human girl.

He turned his attention to the hummer for the first time since entering the shop. "Well?" he asked audibly, leaving it to the medical officer to know what he was waiting for. If this human girl was retarded, then certain actions would need to be taken in order to further insure her safety.