Ratchet's fingertips touch Fulcrum's shoulder again, his optics light as he leans around Fulcrum so Fulcrum can see his face.

"If it makes you feel any better, I know at least one member of Autobot high command who froze up in his first firefight, and don't bother asking, he'll kill me if I tell you. He's a fine shot now." Ratchet nudges Fulcrum a little. "Go on, sit on the berth--you won't want to be standing for this."