How exceedingly kind of you. [Ratchet waits until they're in a relatively private corner of the medical tent before he turns, pops the box open, and hands it to Miles.] Hold that, please. [He only asks after it's actually in Miles' hands and he could have just as easily set it down somewhere, but maybe this way Miles will be less likely to attempt escape. Possibly. Ratchet starts taking packages out of the box and sorting them, the expression on his face mild.]

While we're here, you mind telling me what's actually wrong? Please don't say allergies again, I'll be genuinely insulted.