Ratchet does a brief double-take, but what the hell, he's met a dragon and two rocks and Tarn is still getting over the flu, he's not going to sit around asking invasive questions about human procreation in the middle of all the other insane shit happening.

"There are patients I need to stitch up properly who might wake up in the middle and thrash," Ratchet says, checking the bandages of the patient on the bed he's at and feeling his lips thin. "Like this one," he says, jerking his chin to beckon Tucker closer with both hands still on a thick bandage at the man's leg. "I need you to keep him pinned so I can finish if he does come to. Now, please."