Ratigan couldn't help but flinch when Callisto swung the pickax dangerously close to his neck, and a small gasp passed his lips in spite of himself. Feisty, nothing, this Callisto girl was a sociopath! And not the delightful kind of sociopath like Ratigan himself, either! After the initial shock of Callisto's act finally wore off, his expression hardened and he slowly raised his hand to gently push the pickax away from his chin.

"That was hardly necessary." Ratigan growled, "I was only asking a question. However, I suppose I must thank you for making the answer perfectly clear." And for making it perfectly clear that I'll never ask you for help again, Ratigan thought to himself as he idly brushed off one of his shoulders.

Ratigan sniffed as he observed what appeared to be some other "patients" fighting what appeared to be some sort of...clockwork creature. "I say, are we going to step in and try to help those fellows over there?" he asked casually, watching the machine stand there menacingly, "They seem to be having a scuffle of some sort."

"Then again, four against one hardly seems fair..." Ratigan said quietly, looking off to the side.