Ratchet tsks severely and takes Drift's wrist, tugging it closer and pulling out the tools he'll need to take it off and reattach it. He disconnects the hand carefully and starts checking it for damaged or stressed components at the wrist, his face... softening almost, his optics fixed on his work.

"Not like I don't owe you a set of hands, anyway," he says after a long moment, his voice quiet.