"Yeah, no, you're right. I just... worry, I don't know. Some of the others don't seem to have the same kind of survival instincts. Or, you know. Any at all." Ratchet shakes his head, then tries not to look caught.

"Sure. I mean, I guess I do, just not with stuff like this." He knows he's being vague, but coming up with a plausible lie he'll be able to keep solid is dicey, and he doesn't want to lie to York. The disinclination to do so is surprisingly strong, even though it might be both what's keeping him from being a Cetagandan science experiment and what's keeping York engaging with him like he's not a complete lunatic. He rubs the back of his neck.

"Most of it's just, I don't know, my job, I guess. But yeah, go ahead, I'm interested."