[Ratchet drags in a soft, shivering vent of cool air, swallows, then tries to move. The claws twitch slightly and he looks startled, then narrows his optics and tries the movement again. It's smoother this time, all of them shifting together, then one at a time in a slow rippling motion as Ratchet gets the hang of it.]
Nice work. [He sounds more like himself than he has in weeks, his optics suddenly sharp and bright.] Lock it in.
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Nice work. [He sounds more like himself than he has in weeks, his optics suddenly sharp and bright.] Lock it in.