Starforge had watched as Ratchet flushed Arcee's systems, and offered some of his own fuel for her tanks. Now, the black mech sits on the edge of the bunk where the pink femme lay,s his eyes on her face as he waits for her to wake. Ratchet has warned him that she won't be up to much, and ordered him to keep her in the bunk if she should take it into her head to leave it.

Somehow, he doesn't think that's going to be a problem.