"I'm a medical professional, and perfectly capable of assessing any results for myself. I don't suppose I'll be granted the privilege of a copy, once you're done politely turning me inside-out?" Ratchet settles back on his hands, attempting to appear as at-ease as possible despite the slight trembling still wracking him from a combination of the cold and the overwhelming newness of being poured into a tiny, malleable body with no warning.