Around five million, but point taken.

[Ratchet's mouth tilts lopsidedly, almost a smile.]

I can tell you're suffering, yeah. [He watches Tony knock on the canister affectionately, his grip on it steady.] As flattering as being an absolute last-ditch option is, I'll take as much care as I would with a regular patient. [His optics flick between Tony and the canister again, looking thoughtful.]

Close enough, anyway.