"I believe we have all the injuries from the power outage under control or treated..." there was a pause and First Aid flicking his glance towards the curtained-off area, but when Ratchet didn't gainsay him, he nodded, "so I should definitely be able to spare the time. Please get yourself situated, Mirage."

pulling the cable he'd had plugged in out, First Aid turned to Cliffjumper, held his hand out and let his scanner flicker over the hand when it was stretched out.

"... No, Cliffjumper. Another three days, and then you can have the permit back," First Aid said, unapologetically cheerful as Cliffjumper grimaced, huffed and opened his mouth.

"But---"

"Medical decision. And unless we have a category A emergency, you're low-priority for battle until those three days are up. You know using a hand for something like firing can mess up the fine workings and calibratrions, Cliffjumper, ending with you being able to aim worse."

Cliffjumper stared up, groaned and dipped his helm in a hesitant nod. He did know that.

"... Fine." With another grumble, the minibot left the medbay.