[No, he's managed not to punch the fuzzy partner. He might just punch something less sentient, though. The only reason he's not taking it worse is because--well, partly shock, partly his insistence on one thing at a time. It all still feels relatively like a hyperrealistic dream.

Ratchet follows, but he's distracted by said partner plodding along beside him. At least he's not being excitedly dragged around now.] So you're coming along?

Of course! We belong together, remember? We have to fight together to save the world! [He sounds way too happy about that ideal for Ratchet's taste right now.

Still, the medic won't lash out about it. Yet. He even finds it ironic.] ...I admit I have not had someone to personally look out for. [Unlike Arcee, for example, where his attention now turns.] Are any of the children here in this...strange land?