[Ratchet looks up and sets down the large glass tube he was holding back into its stand with surprising care, given what he's working with, and crosses the medbay to stop in front of the slab Ravage picked, looking unaccountably pleased.]

Good--I was intending on calling you if you didn't show. If I am inferring correctly from the thrilled look on your face that Soundwave talked you into hauling yourself down here, thank him for me, please. [He reaches out, but... not quickly, telegraphing the movement before he starts to run a scan and probe at Ravage with delicate clawtips, his touch light and businesslike.] How are you feeling? Besides kidnapped, obviously, there isn't much I can do about that just at the moment.