"What are you doing here?" What Ratchet wouldn't have given for his magnetic manipulators right about now. What was he supposed to do with this worthless bag of guts? He was leery about using his hands to fight with, but they were all he had left, really.

He glanced at his glass. The rim had been ground smooth, but if he could break a piece off of it would it be sharp enough to pierce an organic...?