"Well, I'm not throwing a big party over it either, but we've had more pressing concerns." Ratchet huffs out a short gust of air from his vents. "Ironhide, I'm fine. I'm making do. ...I got off light, honestly, considering what happened to Drift a little after."

Ratchet risks a step in again, now that Ironhide does not appear to be in immediate danger of lifting him off his... foot. He leans into a crutch to free up a hand and clasp Ironhide's upper arm, brief and warm.

"It's good to see you. I mean it."