"I bet you do a lot of whatever doesn't matter carrying a gun, a knife, and a bow around with you all the time." Ratchet snorts and shakes his head, but he doesn't press further.

"No. None of it. I don't even recognize the starfield." He unwinds one arm from where it's wrapped around himself to gesture up at the delicate points of light visible over the edge of the mountain range. "I genuinely have absolutely no idea where we are."