"Yeah, I've seen a lot of aliens from my galaxy, at least. We were at war the Covenant for decades."

York nudges Ratchet's shoulder with his own, an echo of his usual self. "You're doing something. I feel better. I know what you mean, though, it's weird to just be... in here." It's been a long time since he had training or missions, but he was always doing something even if it was just survival. "Thing is, they'd probably only let you at it if you offered to help them. Do we want to help them? We don't know anything about the natives."