"Not what I was worried about, no." Mostly he just doesn't want to admit he was startled by the sudden yell. But he sighed, stroking a hand down Elita's arm with a nod of agreement, and gestured for Ratchet to sit with them if he wished. Ratchet shook his head.

"Thanks Prime, but I'm done here. He should keep for a while. Comm me if you have any problems."

"Of course." As Ratchet left with a sharp nod, he turned back toward the balcony, trying to get a good view of the mech.

"I hope he doesn't try to throw himself off..." He muttered, before opening a comm line to the gladiator himself.

::Feel free to explore, though everyone here has a private room that you should respect. Your room will be the empty one at the far end, over by the entrance.::