Ratchet grinned and folded two of his upper arms while the third handled his cake snack. This one was an interesting subject after all. No wonder she had been the talk of the ship ever since her arrival.<br/><br/>"Well I'll be...a combination of two personalities in one body. Fascinating. I suppose if I were in your shoes I'd be just as hesitant as joining a new crew and adapting to the social atmosphere same as you, having spent more time with each other than anyone else. Now don't be nervous, I was only teasing when I asked about sampling your armor. I assure you that no one aboard this vessel would ever do such a thing to ya. I can easily understand your apprehensiveness all too well. After all, " he pulled open his vest to his left side, revealing a cauterized scar tissue, " the Legion had no trouble at all taking my fourth arm eight years ago. Needed a sacrificial sample for their god. Funny how organized religion works like that. They worship some sort of savior who makes nothing but demands. Rather ironic."<br/><br/>He closed his vest and fastened the button snug with his thick fingers.<br/><br/>"I do apologize for so many questions. It's just in my nature. I have a natural curiosity towards the unknown and being an engineer, mechanic, and occasional medic from time to time, I find myself trying to understand or learn as much as possible when the opportunity arises. That and well...not to scare you or anything, but we of the Condor haven't had much luck keeping the fifth member spot of the crew filled for very long. We've had six people attempt so far and each one of them didn't exactly stick around for long. A few died in the course of action, a couple quit early, and one even self-destructed after a pep talk from Captain Mansteele to bolster it's spirit. We didn't think it was possible for a robot to suicide but there you have it."<br/><br/>He pointed into the corner where the remains of a service droid sat in a heap, the head missing with black scorch marks around the shoulders.<br/><br/>"Now I may not be in your situation but I can understand it easily enough. I'm practically the only real one of my kind on this ship, the others being human. We're a small crew but we're tight like clockwork. I only hope you come to share that bond with us in time. Rest assured, no one on this ship will harm or attempt harm to you in any way. All are welcome on the Condor."<br/><br/>Ratchet tossed the last of his cake into his mouth and grabbed a clean white tarp, rolling it out over his work bench and covering up the current project Nero was having him construct.<br/>