"Oh," Ratchet breathes but he can't find a word bad enough to follow it so he just lets it hang there, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose very carefully between two fingers to ward off an incipient headache, the thick scars wrapped around his wrists clearly visible. "Of course. Of course you are also here, along with Tarn. Why wouldn't you both be put here at the same time. I probably should be glad you didn't show up here in the damn Rodpod somehow."

Ratchet drops his hand and looks at Whirl with a helpless expression on his face like he doesn't know whether to laugh or throw something, his electric blue eyes bright. "Whirl, it's Ratchet. I've been here for weeks. What the hell is going on?"