Ratchet taps nervously at a console, glancing to the beakers where for the past week, the nanobots had been battling it out on an internal level. Now it was finally time to douse someone with them. He glances to a volunteer willing to do it, the mech somewhat roughened up though not as bad as some. Shark is resting comfortably enough in his quarantined area of the medical bay. "I am so glad Jade isn't here to mock me." he mutters softly. Shark looks over and spots Chains. "How's patrol without me eh?" he grins toothily. Shark laughs at Chains, "Like I don’t already?"