"No. Anyone so much as tries to lay a finger on you, they have to go through me." He's firm on that, jaw set and eyes full of steely resolve. It doesn't matter how hurt he is, they aren't touching Ratchet.

As for the rest... York hesitates before asking anything. His main questions are basic. Who built him? What's his race called? What kind of power source lasts five million years? But what comes out is, "Why are you bothering with me?"