Too right you are! Watch the glass and the energon on the floor, for goodness' sake.

[Ratchet is snapping, moving to help Drift heave the much larger, much heavier Riptide back onto his medical slab, his face a tense mask. He finishes getting Riptide all hooked up again, one claw on his shoulder, before the other wraps hard around Drift's wrist.]

You ran into Tarn. [It isn't really a question.] I--are you all right?