"As if I know," Ratchet snapped, sounding a great deal more confident than he felt. He focused on slowing his ventilation, which had sped up a bit in preparation for...something. Running like a turbofox with its tail on fire, possibly, but Ratchet had his pride. Lockdown obviously didn't have his saw on him, so it was probably safer to hold his ground for now.

At Lockdown's warning Ratchet abandoned the glass idea, though it hadn't been much of an option to start with. "Look, I was sitting here first, so what do you want?"