Cliffjumper woke up as his optics opened up. He realized that he has been out for a while as he sat up, most of the energon has stopped spilling out of his throat but still struggled to speak. He got up, comfortably wearing the jacket as he noticed a beige scarf. He noticed Ratchet was out as he grabbed the scarf, putting it on his neck and turned around. He thought he saw for a moment a shadow of a Cybertronian outside of his windows but they disappeared as quickly as they came. Cliffjumper came towards the window, opening it as he looked upwards and downwards, there was nothing there as he sighed to himself. Immediately he heard someone shuffling nearby as he turned seeing Ratchet starting to go online "Oh Cliff. Your awake." Ratchet rubbed his own optics as he sat on the seat, grabbing his clipboard and assessing Cliffjumper's condition.
"You look a lot better now. But you still need to rest a bit, your energon levels are still low and if you aren't careful, you will get hurt." Ratchet said before getting up and forcing Cliffjumper to sit down on his bed. Cliffjumper was about to yell but ended up looking with a more annoyed expression on his face. Ratchet went to write down information on a command console as Cliffjumper began to think of food probably some roastan supper. His tanks rumbled as he groaned. "Is it... Normal to desire things more than usual?" he struggled to ask the medic nodded as he turned around "Yes. Energon depletion is much like human hunger. It's common to desire something if your body doesn't have enough refuel." Cliffjumper winced as he looked towards the side of the room, where the eatwell chart was on there and held his hand on his abdomen.
"I think I need something to eat." He soon left to grab something as Ratchet looked from his newspaper after finishing off the task, his optics narrowing as he watched him leave outside of the medbay. He soon put the newspaper on the desk and noticed the blue rotary phone nearby as he grabbed the receiver from there and after listening for the dial, he began putting the numbers inside of the phone before spinning it each time after a putting a number inside. It took Ratchet a few times to get the phone number correct. Ratchet soon heard someone voice coming out of there before asking "Yes?"
Cliffjumper meanwhile came into the mess hall as he saw Mirage sitting down at a table as his optics furrowed. He grabbed the plate before sitting down on the lunch table as Mirage looked upwards at him. "Oh Cliff! Didn't expect you to come here considering you are rough with me. And what's with these human-like clothes?" Cliffjumper soon said to him "Those aren't for fashion, m-moron." Cliff coughed still feeling his voice starting to crack. Mirage noticed and asked "You got something wrong with your throat?" Cliffjumper shook his head before grabbing his meal and came back down. He glared at Mirage who rolled his optics "Your starting to become pissy again. Did someone swear at you?" Cliffjumper's optics had sensory movement as smell red lines of hue appeared next to his coloured 'iris'/sensors making his expression look more annoyed.
"Eh, there you go on again. Cliff, can't you take a chill pill for once?" Mirage said before getting up and going away to clear out his plate. Cliffjumper looked after him as his mouth twitched slightly before watching him leave. He just gave a slight groan before sitting down while eating his food quietly. There wasn't much noise around as he tried to focus on his own thoughts. He looked up at the mess hall interior. The rooms had a sort of plain white colour compared to the usual orange or grey of the rooms around the Ark. There was dangling lights held by a cable while the fire alarm was in the middle of the wall. Cliffjumper looked across to the bar as he went to grab some celixin. He rang on the bell waiting for someone to come out.
Then he looked seeing the person coming out. There he saw them. A rather tall Cybertronain with a average structure grey colour scheme with purple shades, a belt with a black enclosed pocket by the side. The Cybertronain had large sliver opaque goggles which covered his optics, which had a white strap to it. The end of his limbs had red-yellow shaded patterns as he looked upwards at Cliffjumper, the lines of his grey face being seen. "Ah, pleasant greetings, I am Shifter. I heard about you, Cliff correct?" Shifter's voice was smooth and mysterious at the same time as he waited for Cliff to chose the drink he wanted. "Yes, may I have celixin?" The Cybertronian nodded and went to go prepare to give him a drink.
The Cybertronian soon got him a drink before saying "That'll be 4 shanix." Cliffjumper gave him the coins before grabbing the bottle and soon began walking away from the bar to back to the tables. Cliffjumper turned the cap around, his mind thinking back to what happened there in the dungeons. That half-dead Cybertronain and those mangled bots, the thought made him shiver slightly as he remembered those chemical spills and the pus-like liquid. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought as them as both the same. Cliffjumper soon got up and went to the washrooms to get himself clean. He put his jacket and scarf on the hanger and went inside of there, locking the room.