"Huh," Ratchet says, sounding dubious, though--maybe. He certainly hasn't seen any energon here, and dropping dead from being underfueled would be a humiliating end to an otherwise marginally successful five-million-year career. He shifts his grip on York slightly and relaxes back against the wall, overconscious of any tension running through him with York's back against his chest.

"I meant more in personality, like you mentioned with Washington. I suspect the physical changes were done more as a disabling mechanism than anything else." He does not sound thrilled about this fact.