"Hello, Pipes," Ratchet says, only sounding mild-to-moderately annoyed. "Yeah, Tarn started the trend and Pharma apparently picked it right up. Please steer clear of them as much as possible." He carefully does not look at the mangled remains at his leg lying on one of the tables, wires stripped and plating peeled up. His optics narrow, refocusing.

"Everything all right?"