Routine Maintenance \\ restorativespark
Gentle pattering of the youngling's pedes sound off as he walks into the medical bay of the warship. Its darker, less homey atmosphere catches him off guard for only a moment. The purple and red hues reminding him of anything but home. It was still a surprise that the Autobot medical officer did his work in here.
But it wasn't like anything scared Ratchet anyway.
Gradually coming to a stand still by one of the examination tables, Bumblebee takes a glance around giving a small swipe of the area his brightly coloured frame and optics standing out like a sore thumb against the dark interior.
Curious beeps and clicks sound off from his vocoder, patently awaiting the mech's attention before gesturing a friendly greeting along with the flutter of his winglets.