Ratchet was working as slowly as he could without being suspicious. He knew Megatron was just using his research, and he knew his reputation was well-known among the Decepticons. The cranky, grumpy, cantankerous medic Autobot that'd toss a wrench at your helm if you weren't careful. He could work slowly if he felt like it, and they'd face his anger if they didn't like it; and hopefully the slowness would give Optimus and the others time to find a way to rescue him.
Raf was a little kid. This was obvious to anybody that met him. As such, he tired eventually and needed rest. And after working almost two days straight on the homing flyer they were gonna use to find Ratchet, he was exhausted. Optimus was looking at him worriedly as the human groaned, rubbing his eye as he fought to stay awake. "Rafael, if you require rest then I think it best if you did so now. While there is a period of silence."
The brunette shook his head, wobbling on his feet as he