Ratchet is puttering about in the med bay, scrubbing down berths. He stows loose tools in berth side stands and replenishes exhaustible supplies. The medic parks himself on a clean berth and sighs... Hurry up and wait. Jackknife walks into med bay to see how things are coming with repairs on those that had been brought in a few solar cycles ago. "Good cycle Ratchet." she offers pleasantly, "Glad to see you up and about." Jackknife nods and smiles to the younger medic, "Hello." she replies, then stops at a berth to lean against it. Lifeline huffs. "And it's the Neutrals there that suffer."