"Huh. Never heard of the Covenant. Plenty of other different species, but not those."

Ratchet looks a little startled when York nudges at him, but his eyes warm before he looks away, shaking his head.

"You just seemed a little..." He holds a flat palm parallel with the ground and wobbles it a little. "Understandably, I mean, that's everybody, but you were hit pretty hard. Now I know why." Ratchet sighs. "I'm--well. I'm used to being Chief Medical Officer of the ship I'm on, nearly two hundred. There's always something to do, even if we're not getting actively shot at. I don't know if I want to help anybody, but not having tools or supplies makes me nervous."