Ratchet starts to wonder how the heck her weird disembodied fingers even manage to work in the first place but cuts himself off; it's a headache inducing train of thought at best and he definitely wasn't about to ask. Here's to hoping they don't just...you know. Fall off.

"What's your rush? I thought you were just flinging yourself in the mud 'for the fun of it'?" He grins; it's probably not fair to make fun of someone who's trapped in a potentially pretty dangerous pool of goop, but, come on. Using the tether for leverage he backs towards the shore, leaning back to pull her with him, careful not to lose his own balance. It takes more effort than he expected, honestly, and he's suddenly doubly glad he didn't go any further than he did.