"To the little guy missing an arm?" Jaw tightened to a point with her arms crossed tight enough to pop a stich, Verity clearly was not going to budge. "Not going to second guess the guy, but this kind of downsizing is more than absurd."

In an instant, she sniffed out thread of a sentence that Ratchet dropped and jumped on it. For whatever ails her, she could put that aside when it was more than a little obvious these last few years had really put Ratchet through the gauntlet. Even though being reminded of the seizure had her hard stare suddenly falling to the floor.

"Brain isn't as easily replaced," She shrugged as though it were no big deal. "Take it up with the hornets nest on four wheels that shook it around."

Looking back at Ratchet, bottom lip sucked bloodless between her teeth, she shored up all her energy for this argument.

"What fresh hell has been going on with you?"