"Hey, don't worry about it. I never take people trying to kill me personally." Not that he thinks Sans was actually trying to kill anyone (he sure hopes not anyway), but his point stands, and he gives the skeleton a gentle elbowing in the ribs to emphasize the good-naturedness of the comment.

Something doesn't translate though; something lost in that awkwardness. Ratchet looks down as they walk, his smile falling away as fresh questions form and go unsaid. At least for now. He lets silence settle between them, nothing comfortable about it, all the way back to Mero deck.