Ratchet was watching Miko practice her guitar when June drove up with sandwiches, not like Miko and Jack pitched in to buy enough food to fill the makeshift pantry in the RecRoom.
He stared at her non-transforming vehicle that was obviously in need of repairs and he knelt by it. "June," he said. "Why have you not taken your mode of transportation in for a check-up?"
"Times are hard, Ratchet," she said and she set the bag of sandwiches in Optimus' servo. The Prime helped her onto the catwalk.
In comparison to the young adults, the adult humans were mature, fairly quiet, and didn't prevent Ratchet from working. And she was helpful around the MedBay, always willing to learn a new technique. It takes a nurse and a medic to learn one thing in its enterity, Optimus had joked once.
Ratchet now watched June as she investigated a small machine Ratchet had finished working on. It was supposed to entertain the humans for hours, but only Raf had been interested in the flashing lights and sounds that the machine had to offer.
"That is an entertainment device," he explained.
"It kind of looks like a game called Simon."
"It is a Cybertronian version of your game," he said softly. He had returned to his work, researching Earth the way he wanted the humans to research Cybertron.
Optimus was watching June as she tried to play the Cybertronian Simon game. He loved watching humans, Ratchet knew. Optimus hadn't had the time to sire sparklings, so he instead "adopted" the humans as his own children. He was always hovering over one or the other, and it irritated Ratchet to no end.
But he was slowly coming around. He had entertained the humans to some degree, especially when they wanted to be Bridged into a confined space moving at seventy miles per hour. He had worried about their safety then, mostly because Optimus would have peeled his paint.
June gave up on the game. "It may be a Cybertronian version, but it's still hard." She came up to stand behind Ratchet's monitors. "What are you researching?"
Ratchet didn't look up. He wouldn't give her that satisfaction. "Family units."
June made a soft noise of confirmation, then she walked back to Optimus. "Is he always like this?"
Optimus made an amused sound. "Only every day, June. But you should catch him when he is in a good mood."
"When is that?"
"Hardly ever," Optimus whispered.
Ratchet looked over at them. "I may be crabby, old, and rusting, but my hearing is as sharp as ever!"
June swatted at Optimus then, to Ratchet's surprise. "That's not very nice of you, Optimus. He's an equal member of this team, you know."
Optimus nodded, but he was still smiling and he gave his old friend's shoulder a pat. "I know he is, June. I know how much he means to the team." He smiled at Ratchet and earned another swat to the face.
"I will make your next check-up very uncomfortable."
Once again to his surprise, June laughed. It wasn't a small giggle or even slightly muffled. It was a full I'm-Comfortable-With-You laugh that made Ratchet's faceplate's warm.
He heard no end of it from the rest of the team after June left.