Keep looking--he'd ask what for, but it's really none of his business what tall, dark, and mysterious was up to. Not yet, anyway.

"We can be quiet about it, if that's better? I just think that if we're going to live together, we should make sure we all get along, right...?" Bearmon punches the air a few times playfully. "We could spar together! Training will make us more prepared for anything we run into. Maybe nobody will get hurt then! Or, um, maybe we can just all sit around reading, I guess, quietly, in the company of each other..."

"Bearmon." Ratchet gives a single shake of his head. "You're pushing."