Hey, at least without that pencil, he won't get it stuck down his cast again.

"...I haven't listened to very much. That I enjoy, anyway. Not for a long time. But I will admit that, at a reasonable volume, it can make for good background noise."

Which isn't something he thought he'd ever miss, just the noise of the children around the base. Being children. Playing games with Bumblebee or working on their schoolwork that Ratchet was no longer allowed to help with ever--even their music. Not like any Cybertronian music, but perhaps music in general is one of those universal languages.

"I bet she would like a band. You could entertain people around the city and maybe even get paid for it." He's feeling so smart, like this is the greatest idea. "What are you doing now? Anything cool? Anything you can still do with one arm right now?"