Ratchet releases her and gives her an exceedingly flat look, lips compressing.

"I'll get to it," he says repressively, "when I get to it. I'm fine and functional right now, and it's not like I'm not going to get tired of hobbling around on these damn things eventually." He gestures with one of the crutches, as though he didn't ache under his arms and down his elbows and socket-locked wrists, as though his remaining leg wasn't starting to ache consistently as it took more and more weight as he tried to ease up from the crutches to spare his hands. "It's not like losing a human limb, all right? I'll pop one back on once we can get the time and the resources."