"Yeah, well, it was completely numb before, so I'm not surprised," Ratchet grumbles, pressing Drift's arm flat to the worktable and popping open the plating along the hinge of his palm to prod carefully around the metacarpal cabling, nudging very gently to push the bundle of wires that was being pinched in a hinge back into alignment.

"Wiggle a little, see if that's better."