"Yeah, we're all different extremes here. I still can't convince that one girl to put shoes on, and I think Daryl's allergic to cooperation." Not that he blames the latter, but. Self preservation, man.

"Uh huh." He wouldn't think that just work would keep a doctor so fit, but. He's also not stupid, and knows there's a lot Ratchet isn't telling him. A shrug, and then, "It's just hard to judge where to start you off... but running's running, so I'll show you how these machines work. We might need to do a lot of that soon."

York gets up and gestures for Ratchet to follow him back to the machines, where he gives a quick run down of the various beeps and boops necessary to pick a workout.

"I never asked you before -- can you fight?" If not he'll have to teach him that, too.