August 14, 2011, 9:53 PM (Lifeline's Clinic, Cubicron) Lifeline is working in her clinic, as per usual. The heavily fortified main bay door is partly closed as it's near the end of the work day, and she is cleaning up the area. Bits of debris and flotsam have already been swept away, and she is wiping down the medtable with that now-well-appreciated solvent before the next patient/customer arrives. Jazz rights himself and takes a single step forward, smiling in a friendly manner. "Jazz's the name. An' yer Lifeline, right? A friend o' mine named Ratchet sent me, said I could trust ya."