Like a good little femme, Swivel had waited patiently. It certainly had nothing to do with her limited mobility she was left with. Although, as she occasionally twitched her feet, the other one sort of responded... but for the most part, limping away from the source of repairs into the fray of seedy mechs who would take advantage of a lame femme did not seem wise. Even though, Swivel was somewhat dreading facing Lifeline; she had a reputation, after all. And thus, she waited patiently where First Aid had left her. Lifeline gives Swivel THAT look, crossing her arms for emphasis. Swivel fidgets.