"You seen a lot of aliens, then, York?"

Ratchet settles back, his eyes narrowing slowly.

"You mean, how long do you think we have before they make an extremely stupid mistake? No idea, but probably not that long." He frowns, and rubs a hand briefly over his face, his shoulders curling in a little. "Wouldn't mind getting my hands on that medical bay, though. I hate having nothing to do."