Yet another day in Cubicron. Same smeg and all that. El Sleazo is picking up, as the evening winds on and more mechs arrive to socialize and temporarily drown a few worries. The town medic for her part is actually on her way out, having stopped in for the umpteenth time to get one of the pathetically antiquated energon dispensers to quit sputtering and causing the energon to froth. Lifeline pulls up short as well,tossing a very brief annoyed glare at the mech until she recognizes him. "Ratchet." She huffs a bit of air from her exhausts. "When aren't they on the fritz?"