There's a small, startled vent of air at the contact until Ratchet lightens the touch. The dents, though banged out, are still a bit sensitive, not unlike bruises. He tries to ignore them.

"Oh." It's all he can say at first. He can't imagine what Ratchet had to read. What kind of information. How many people the K-Class killed. Most people would tell Fulcrum to not think about it, to not worry about it, but it wasn't just Autobots who were killed on the Clemency from the leap. A lot of Decepticons went down, too.

Greater good, or some scrap like that.

"Did they tell you? What kind of people we were before we were reformatted."