Yeah, of course, why not. Just toss that on the pile of--wait, your bones were replaced? Why the hell would you even-- [Ratchet holds up a hand, seems to gather himself, then goes back to storing supplies.] No, don't. I don't suppose anyone around here keeps charts I could read, since that would be sensible.

[He watches Miles' face out of the corner of his eye, frowning again now.] I've been working with someone with neurological difficulties since I got here and I might be able to get something done if I had several days' unfettered access to the Cetagandan medical equipment but--and no offense meant--if that were the case I would not likely be devoting the bulk of my time to detailed seizure diagnosis and treatment.