Ratchet nods, understanding and a tiny flare of sympathy in his eyes that he can't quite conceal.

"I don't know. I don't think they have any better idea of how we got here than we do, and they obviously run a tight ship." He shrugs, his eyes narrowing. "They appear to have the local market on colonialist scrap cornered, from what I've been able to put together, but I don't know anything other than that. You?"