[You'd think a thanks would be in order but in the chaos, Ratchet's not trusting anyone, and as they round the corner pulls back on the hand that had helped, halting their progress. All the week's paranoia and sense of just-out-of-sight danger were finally starting to roll to the forefront and Ratchet's voice is full of distrustful edge.]
Uh, whoa, hold up, who the hell are you?
[The words are barely out of his mouth before his eyes fall on the MID, and he realizes she was from the Moira, and probably trying to help.]
St. Murtel
Uh, whoa, hold up, who the hell are you?
[The words are barely out of his mouth before his eyes fall on the MID, and he realizes she was from the Moira, and probably trying to help.]