Ratchet's optics widen as she turns and he gets a good look at her wrists.

"...ah," he says, wincing slightly, and he at least has the good grace to look embarrassed. "Right. Sorry. Let me get that for you." Ratchet's not the biggest mech around but he's built to hold down struggling larger patients, and when he puts his shoulder to the stone and shoves hard it crumbles and shifts away from the window, clearing it.

"There. ...you already have a setup here? I just arrived, but I was thinking about putting something together." He dusts his hands carefully and inclines his head. "I'm Ratchet."