Despite everything that was happening around the ship, the moment Ratchet had heard that a new batch of pod sleepers had been woken up he was heading directly to the obs deck. Being taller than most afforded him a good view over the heads of everyone else but he didn't need his optics to pick up the presence of Cybertronian life. He turned in the direction his sensors pointed him and spotted a face that he was pretty sure he knew even better than his own.

"Wheeljack!" He moved as quickly as he could through the crowd, trying not to knock anyone over in his rush to get to his friend. It would've been impossible to hide the relief and joy in his expression so he didn't even try, thankful to luck or fate or Primus or whatever had conspired to spit a familiar face back out into the world at large.