"I'm not injured," Ratchet says mildly. "I'm missing a leg. It doesn't hurt." He scans her arm briefly and can't help venting a low whistling noise.

"You weren't kidding about weaponry. Let me see..." He extends an attachment from his wrist and seats it against the dented plaint before pulling carefully to unbuckle it.

"There. Won't be good as new, but it'll keep it from interfering with your internals, at least," he says, nodding. "Anything else wrong?"