[ Hello, Doctor McCoy. There's a nine-foot tall robotic monstrosity looming in the medical bay. He's also checking through various supplies at a sedate pace, his face placid in concentration. As a tablet is shoved towards him, Megatron arches a brow, but accepts it without much fuss.

This human reminds him very much of another medical officer he knew what feels a lifetime ago. ]

Of course. You should know that I also have medical training.

[ He says it without a hint of malice or disturbance in a deep, resonant voice. Though something about him just seems... menacing. Maybe it's because of the height? Megatron takes a glance towards the various (organic) patients. Hmm. ]

Admittedly my experience with organic patients is somewhat limited.