His processor hits the wall and he starts to cuss under his breath as he searches through his subspace pocket. Darn it! He's not a fraggin' medic!

//Just shut down. There a medic there?//

"Good," replies absently to Keg as he continues to search his pockets. "Anyone here got energon or portable generator on them? Or would be willing to share energy?" He pulls out a few items out of subspace, drops them, and opens her chest plate.