Ratchet makes a startled little noise as Tarn grabs him but moves instinctively--weeks and weeks of observing York haven't left him completely defenseless. He ducks, grabbing on to Tarn as well and boosting Tarn over his shoulder to land flat on his back before he stands again, cocking his head down at Tarn.

"You realize you aren't actually that much bigger than I am like this, right?" he asks, lazily kicking some snow into Tarn's face. "That isn't going to help you get warm, either."