"Uh huh," he says absently as he finishes wiping up the liquid, putting the bottle down, and subspacing his rag. He feels a shiver down his spinal relays when he turns to her and notices the headtilt. "Shu-Shuttles mostly. . . . Well, technically most of the stuff needed on and in shuttles, which includes the seemingly unrelated doors, hatches, security and lighting systems."

At the sudden interruption, Random turns further in his seat and gawks at . . . a younger Ratchet?

Hmm.

Well, there are worse questions to ask a femme.