Ratchet finishes the last weld and snorts a little, standing up. He touches light fingers to the side of Fulcrum's head and pushes, nudging him gently.

"I think we've already well-established you're not trying to score any points with me, kid," he says, packing away the last of his tools. "You're done. Just don't be too rough on that leg or that shoulder for a while as they finish setting."