"....I know. It's just been a long time since anybody..." A hand wave, then, "Thank you." He smiles weakly. "I'll let you know." Ratchet's a good person, York thinks, someone he can trust. If he starts causing problems he doesn't trust the Cetagandans not to put him back where they found him, as a best case scenario.

He glances up at where Daryl is trying to break one of the support beams of his bunk off, probably for use as a weapon. The other exotic doesn't seem to be having any luck. "Do you know how to fight?" he asks Ratchet, seemingly out of nowhere.