1/1/2013 07:15 PM Jackknife enters the repair bay, part of her chest on the left side and the entire left lower arm plus the left hand are looking a bit.. toasty, blackened.. scorched... She's just barely holding back the tears of pain. "Ratchet." she calls out. Jackknife's arm is fine internally, its the armor that took the brunt of the damage, especially near her hand where she grabbed for the welder. Even touching where you are has small bits of burned armor fall off. "Paint can be replaced." she notes softly, "My dignity, maybe not so much. But I'll cope."