"Yeah, yeah," Ratchet says, shaking his head. "I took off from Cyberton in part to get away from the little parasite, I know. Can't blame me for wishful thinking, though."

He looks at Sixshot curiously.

"Can you not at all? I imagine there's someone in this barren rustpile that has to be brewing their own high grade by now. It's not like we have much else to do here but that and killing each other, and we seem to have tired of that as a species lately." He shifts on his crutches. "With a few notable exceptions."