Prism wasn't sure to expect when when listed her troubles to Nightscream. There was little that the former 'con could do to help Prism's memory, and it was safer if her head just wasn't touched at all. She felt bad for Sklog, though. The poor guy couldn't get any treatment either, and his problems were far worse than hers. 

The orange bot walked with Sklog into the lift once more, her hand slowly raising to touch one of the buttons. Nightscream had told her to stay away from sub-level twenty due to a possibly grotesque sight. Prism followed orders as well as any demolitions expert could. Most times, she'd follow her orders and then some, but there were other times in which her boom sense kicked in and told her what would be far more interesting. Slowly, her hand passed the button to sub three and moved to twenty, pushing it lightly and watching as the doors shut once more. 

Hopefully Sklog wouldn't get antsy about her choice to disobey Nightscream, given the fact that they were both on the same faction, and she and Sklog not. However, she was not quite sure if Sklog would care of even notice if they weren't going up as far as originally planned.