"Yeah, you should be fine." Ratchet said again, unplugging as the diagnostics wrapped up.

"You have a few other, minor, normal issues - you've pinched wires in your right shoulder again. Among other things. I'm pinging you a list. Grab a supplement cube on your way out the door."

Ratchet grumbled as he did just that. The list was rather exhaustive.

"Anyway. Give me three days to prep the warning device - provided nothing major happens in the interim."