Having just woken up minutes earlier, Optica sat upright on the side of an examination table as a number of Autobot medical staff shuffled about around her. The last of the needed repairs to Optica's injuries were just completed. Optica carefully and slowly flexed each of her limbs, feeling good as new. The most peculiar of her limbs was her tail appendage which she hadn't noticed since she first emerged from her stasis pod. The metallic-looking tail felt sturdy and powerful, yet light and flexible, as she tested its full range of movements with a series of quick sweeps. The tail's independent targeting systems granted Optica vision of her surroundings in addition to her main optics as she swiped around with her tail blade, something she knew would take some getting used to.

"Well, looks like you're up and about." Ratchet's voice called to her as he entered the medical bay. Taken off-guard, Optica looked up, quickly returning her tail to its resting position behind her as soon as she realized she was too immersed with examining the features of her tail appendage.

"So, what's the situation up there? Sitting around here and listening to the giant bot's stories was boring me out of my processors." Optica asked the medical chief as she casually jabbed a thumb towards the large Autobot sitting peacefully nearby. His name was Sklog, as she remembered him calling himself. The Autobot didn't strike her as particularly bright, and she had wondered if his dim personality was due to past injuries or if that was his simply his normal self. Still, the bot seemed physically impressive and able to handle himself in heavy combat situations.

"Optimus is still working with Teletran-1 to get an idea of our current situation. We've just detected an unknown object crash-landing nearby. Optimus also believes the Decepticons may have crash-landed on this planet with us, and if they've woken up before we have, we may have a serious situation on our hands if we don't act quickly."

Immediately, Optica stood up straight, her tail blade lightly waving behind her with anticipation. 

"Why wasn't I contacted about this? I'm on my way now." Optica snapped impatiently, immediately breaking into a brisk march towards the exit, although her path was promptly blocked by Ratchet as he moved himself in front.

"Woah. Where do you think you're going, kid? With your memory loss, you're in no shape to be going anywhere, besides, Bumblebee and the others can take care of themselves just fine out there."

"Look, you know as well as I do that my memories aren't coming back. You and your medical team haven't been able to retrieve a single scrap of information out of my memory banks since I woke up here. We don't know what's going on out there, and for all we know, the Decepticons could be mounting an assault on this location as we speak. I might not have my memories but I still have my skills. I can take care of myself, so move yourself out of my way or I will get past you regardless." Optica's thin supply of patience was long gone, having been stuck in the ship's medical bay from the moment she woke up from stasis lock.

Ratchet sighed, knowing that it would be hopeless to reason with Optica's stubborness. It was a miracle that he and the other medics were able to successfully revive Optica from her stasis lock and help her recover from her injuries, but this Autobot seemed too eager to risk away all her good luck.

"There's no use convincing you otherwise is there? Alright kid, if you move quickly, you may be able to catch up with Bumblebee and the others. They're heading to a location about 2000 clicks south of here. Though before you head off, it may be a good idea for you to update your vehicle mode to avoid any unnecessary attention from the planet's indigenous species." With that said, Ratchet shook his head in resignation again and moved away to tend to the other Autobots requiring his attention.

"Thanks, and don't you worry about me. I'll be back." Optica said in farewell, not bothering to turn to look behind her as she took off out of the medical bay.