"I don't hate you," Ratchet says, sounding faintly exasperated. "I'm out for a walk--I can't spend all my time locked in the medibay, whether there's still debris to be cleaned up from fistfights with your former boss or not. I'd patch you up because it's my job."

He tilts his head, optics narrowing, but he sounds faintly curious now. "What exactly am I supposed to be trapping you doing?"