Ratchet goes still, and his voice is icy when he speaks again.

"I don't know," he says, turning slowly to let his optics bore holes in Drift's back. "Leading us all on a wild turbofox chase after Rodimus for weeks while we had no idea whether or not he was dead in a ditch somewhere or injured and unable to comm for help certainly put a crimp in my schedule, now that you mention it."