[ Ratchet knew things were amiss when the Weapons Master actually remained still during the procedure. Ironhide fidgeted at the best of times - he often thought that he would return from the brink of death, if only so he could restless move through surgery.

He leaned closer, optics narrowed as he analyzed the severed connections, warmed fingers able to fuse the thinner metal back together.

But still not enough to do any real welding.

It was frustrating, enough to make him fidget himself. He rerouted his power, attempting to force his internal temperature higher - He could salvage the metal needed for repairs from parts of the ship if he could just get his welders working.

His temper was certainly helping him along. ]