"You don't want to listen to the medic's advice, fine by me." Nightscream shrugged, "Pay the price." she turned around and faced him, a soldering gun in one hand and an angle grinder in the other. Setting the tools on the berth, the seeker took measurements of Turbulence's weight and rotor, quickly calculating how much power the fixed engine would need to dish out at minimum. "Very least I can do for you is try to zap you with a null ray at minimum setting. You'll be numb for a while and then hurt all over but far less than if I just started digging in your guts." she offered for the last time.