"Yes," Ratchet says, looking away for a moment and declining to elaborate further. The taut set of his mouth eases as he looks back at Wash.

"I don't know if it was the Cetagandans, though. They seemed as shocked as anybody to find us wandering around outside, and we were deposited there before any of them were around. I don't know what the hell's going on." He turns a hand palm-out in a muted offering gesture. "Still, you can let me know if something's up and you don't want to alert our kind hosts. I don't know how much help I'll be with no weapons and no equipment, but I'll do what I can."