Ratchet's own smile freezes a little at that, faltering, and he reaches up to rub absently at the scars circling one wrist with the opposite hand, his grip tight.

"...yeah. I've met people like that. It can wear you out if you do it for long enough, or under the wrong conditions, but... I don't know." He shrugs a little and lets go, self-conscious and caught wrong-footed by the unexpected compliment. "I'm just glad I can help."