Piotr gets to his feet, one hand going tentatively to his arm to check it, but he's standing as straight as ever. "Good. We need men like you in here." He glances down at his arm and purses his lips at Ratchet. Never a man eager to admit defeat -- if you can call it that -- but he's not about to act like a child, either.

"You do good work, Ratchet. I expect to see you around."