The mace fell a couple of feet short, only a last ditch attempt as Sklog's body temporarily shut down. Prying the door open, Nightscream checked the two 'Bots were alright. Prism seemed to have a case of Nullbite, but not too severe. "Well, That went well. We should be thankful it was a mad rage, I'd be worried if he actually focused his anger, he might have been dangerous." Nightscream brushed the scuffle off as if she revived dying dinobots in experimental chassis every day.

She thought for a while about restraining Sklog on the berth, but she was geting fed up of having to drag him all over the place. Her floor was scraped enough as it was. Instead she bent over the fallen giant, flipping him to lie on his back and instead extended a control cable from the berth, promptly locking out Sklog's motoric routines except for his head so he could still look around and speak. She would make him calm down and listen, one way or the other.

"Alright, fella, enough sleeping on the job. Time to get up!" she announced, manually aiding his system to recover from the weapons' effect. Half knelt she leaned over so he could see her when he woke up. "In listening mood now?"