Ratchet snorts a laugh, but it's kind. He shakes his helm.

"Yeah, all right. Fair enough. Offer's open if you ever feel different, though. And, for the record--" He looks up, fixing Spinister with a piercing stare. "--if you need supplies and they aren't going to fixing up Pharma or Tarn or someone else hell-bent on causing a ruckus, you're welcome to them. All you have to do is come in and ask."