Ratchet's whole body is tense in an instant when York grabs his shoulder--he'd barely been dozing and it takes him no time at all to come fully awake and, thankfully, recognize York immediately to keep from elbowing him in the jaw.

"York," he says, his voice low and rough with sleep, half-sitting up but not really pulling out of York's grip, reaching up to close a hand around his elbow and squeeze reassuringly. "I've got you, c'mere. You all right? Talk to me."