[ratchet's there already, speaking to one of the staff members. he saunters over just after smokescreen arrives, already recognising the kid as someone from knock out's universe. not that him asking if knock out could be kept away from him was a huge clue, or anything...

he smiles amiably when he's close enough, holding a hand out for a handshake.]

Mornin'! I'm Ratchet. You're Smokescreen, yeah? I'm sure you are, but it's polite to make sure I'm doing medical procedures on the right person.