"Probably. But I'm hardly as trained as you are in that regard." Optimus started, apparently unfazed. Ratchet rolled his optics, cutting in.

"I believe that is my distinction to make," He grumbled, shooing Megatron in to the the elevator so he could use the time to take a closer look at his knee. Optimus watched on, looking rather amused.

"You're getting repaired. I'm not having a damaged mech running around where I can see them."