Ratchet looks almost sick with anger for a moment before he turns his face sharply away, cycling his vents unsteadily.

"I really could have done without knowing that, thank you," he says, his voice chilly now before he struggles for control of himself, his face, his voice. His problems with Pharma aren't Spinister's fault. He still doesn't quite look up, though. "Just--fine. Whatever. Your choice. But as far as I'm concerned, you're more than welcome."