[His head hurts, you asshole, he can't help it. But he doesn't fight back when his hand's pulled away, either. And, yeah, sure, there's some... suspicion. But given the circumstances, Ambulon is still under the impression you're his Ratchet.]

He is-- You need to--to warn the others. [Ambulon latches to Ratchet's arm, squeezes it tightly, desperately.] I know my--my word isn't enough, but he's-- You need to tell t-the others.