Hormah wanders over to the area by the sign, a couch cushion in one hand, and a fistful of couch junk in the other. The normally cheery and cheeky little femme has a worried air to her, and her usual attendants of brother and couchbot are absent.
"So... anybody here know how t' get hold 'o a Ratchet? I hears they're t' best medics on Cybertron."