"I'm thrilled, I'm sure." Ratchet's voice is dry, but his mouth tilts in a crooked half-smile before he huffs a soft laugh. "I wish. I was on my way to... to find someone." He goes quiet for a moment, staring down at the thick, vivid scars circling his wrists before he sighs, trying to let some of the tension from his shoulders.

"Guess I'll have to get back to it when I get home."