Helex glowers at Ratchet but decides against keeping him from leaving and beating a better answer out of him. None of what he says actually makes much sense, but they don't seem to think along the same lines, either. Helex bets Tarn could make sense of it if Tarn were here.

But he's not, and Helex has to figure things out for himself now.

He lurches forward a step then stops, fists clenching at his sides in alternating pairs. He's still angry, still not really satisfied. And irritated. He starts following Ratchet.

"I'm not scared of anybody hurting me," he says, insulted at the idea. "Just 'cause I don't want anybody taking shots at me doesn't mean I'm scared of it, okay?"