Ratchet's laugh turns into a yelp as he goes down, kicking out and pulling his leg free before he rolls to his feet, shaking his head.

"You seem to be suffering just fine," he snaps, brushing snow from his clothes with his still-bare hands before pulling his mittens on again, looking thoroughly annoyed. "Maybe if you paid more attention to acclimating and less to being an obnoxious pain in the tailpipe, you'd be doing a little better."