Ratchet's fans whine slightly in protest as he's compressed, but he only staggers a little as he's set back down, grabbing at his crutches a little indignantly--until he looks up at Megatron's face. The naked, happy relief there makes him stop cold. Its an odd, jolting realization that he cares so much about someone who would go on to make his life a living hell for four million years, but somehow the realization that that someone cares just as much about him is almost worse. He falters for a long moment and all the fight drains out of him, leaving him weirdly subdued.

"Yeah. Bit of the building we were in collapsed and stuck us in some kind of fallout shelter--s'why we couldn't comm anybody." His optics light after a moment, the corners of his mouth pulling up almost despite himself.

"You seem to have done all right in our absence."