Perhaps.

[He moved to stand at full height, and folded his arms as he watched Bad Apple finish.]

If you’re going to visit me here, I need to ask that you do so with a professional air. Consider almost every object in this lab dangerous— at least until I’ve briefed you on safety measures.

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in a neutral voice, but his EMF hints towards concern. Oil Slick considered this particular medic’s function more valuable than a comparably less important study. That’s what lost Autobots were for.]

I have observed in this particular strain many instances of expansion of the requirements of the form required of the host. I’m wondering if they might be more or less inclined towards your frame than say, that earlier Autobot’s.

[He said this—

Your protoform appears… unusual.

[The remedy prepared, Oil Slick set a shallow basin on the wash station at Bad Apple’s side, which contained a pinkish gel.]

Apply this to your upper limbs and allow it to sit. This should kill off any remaining fungus. Once it dries you can re-place your armor.

side of Bad Apple as the other cleaned, in order to prepare an anti-fungal treatment. The chemist endeavored to possess a cure for every of his maladies.]

…You told me before that you were created off-world? Not on Cybertron?

Of course…

[He leaned forward to activate the cleansing solution, yet couldn’t help but notice the odd appearance of the medic’s protoform. If not for the nature of the emergency, that of contamination, he may have reached out a servo to touch, to clarify its texture. As it was, he moved to one—

in the back, which by happen chance was also behind the hanging Autobot corpse.]

Please refrain from that. Clean your servos and arms thoroughly. A single spore left undisturbed within the seams may become quite… Unpleasant.

[Completely unaware of his mushroom’s selective talkative nature, Oil Slick strode across the room with a sigh on seeing the medic misfortunately probe the exactly wrong fruiting body.

He took Bad firmly by the elbow joint of the offending arm and lead him briskly to a decontamination station—

[Though he remained by the work table, Oil Slick narrowed his optics at Bad’s antics, suspicious the medic was attempting to illicit a reaction out of him by provoking his subjects.]

I strongly advise against prodding the lycoperdon, Bad Apple. …My work space is not technically out in the open.

a sprinkling of fungal spores over Rodimus’s forearms, then waved him towards the door.]

Are you capable of seeing yourself out?

[The Autobot’s behavior seemed already off, almost Mind Switched but lacking in violence, though Oil Slick had no data on such an infection transfer occurring.

Nonetheless, he was an Autobot in a restricted area, so far bewilderingly cooperative. The Decepticon chemist came forward to apply—

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Ah…

[He quickly followed after Bad to stand directly behind the medic’s shoulder and watch what he read, despite any notes of importance being safely locked away and encrypted.]

…Use caution that some of these specimens can cause quite debilitating side effects if handled improperly.

This is clearly not the case.

[He crossed his arms and held his ground as Bad leaned in, his own EMF not as annoyed as his voice might imply]

If that were so I would fail to differentiate green from any other hue. You, however, have clearly stated that you are unable to detect particulars.

My perception of details is also quite adept. Is yours lacking..?

[He stared into the medic’s optics quite intently]

Perhaps a test is in order.

[Stares at the Autobot’s audacity to be here, then gestures for him to remain where he is.]

I’ll allow you to sample them. One moment.

[He looked at Bad strangely, as if he might wish to take hold of the other’s helm in order to inspect him closely and in detail.]

…I can see the full spectrum of colors.

My favorite aesthetic, I suppose.

…Yes.

Thank you, Sir. They have been enhanced to survive in many conditions, including the vacuum of space.

The fish are fine.

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activate his reflexes as accurately as it would were he sober. He only jumped to one side as the woody structure slammed down around him, and ended up catching one of his legs in quite an uncomfortable pin.]

Gah!