Ratchet permits himself to be poked and prodded, watching the medtechs and their equipment with sharp eyes before they settle on Diya--doctor or not, she's clearly in charge, and he straightens a little when she asks him a question. He doesn't seem particularly ruffled by her beauty, though he's smart enough to be wary.

"Care to give me any particular reason I should give you anything beyond my name and rank?" he asks lightly, his voice still raw from the cold outside. He knows they could toss him right back out the front door, but... doesn't think they will, or he wouldn't be pushing his luck.