"You might want to steer clear for awhile, he seemed shocked I was sentient. Give him time and a few more meals to process that we're not the food here."

York grins at the sound of Ratchet's friend. "Also, his name is Brainstorm. Can't go wrong with a guy like that around." He leans back on his hands, staring up at the pristine ceiling. "Maybe we're asking the wrong questions, and it's not just how or why. Maybe it's who. They're in a war, right?"