Ratchet eyes Piotr's hand on his bandage disapprovingly but declines to comment when Piotr doesn't actually fiddle with it.

"What, going to court martial me for stitching you up without permission?" Ratchet asks, but one corner of his mouth is tugged up. "Sorry to disappoint, but I was voluntold to work this tent after your boys scraped York and me up out of the snow and very kindly didn't stab us to death. Not quite on the payroll yet."