"Nah--don't worry about it. I'm just tired of people telling me to sit around, like it's going to magically regrow my leg. I'd rather be busy."

Ratchet jerks his chin at a table between them and stumps over.

"I'm not busy. Set it there and I'll take a look." One corner of his mouth pulls up a little. "And maybe you can tell me your name. I haven't seen you around before."