In the serenity of an unoccupied base, Ratchet thrives. It is in such times of relative quiet that the Autobot CMO finds his peace of mind. He cherishes these moments and it would make anyone wary of disturbing him, lest they witness a glimpse of an infamous ire.

He is near deaf to the world. A handful of medical paraphernalia lays on a metal bench at his disposal and his attention is buried in a task of unspecified nature. The lighting is bright to fit a working, utilitarian atmosphere.