[Ratchet himself was not looking for metal so much as anything that he found particularly intriguing. His former quarters had been vacated to house his growing collection of oddities, and without the need to actually stay there anymore, there was even more space.

He sat atop a particularly stuffed suitcase, a tiny gold frog perched sleepily on the top of his head.

At the moment, he's looking through a small, travel sewing kit. Holding up a spool of thread, he begins to unwind it - likely tangling himself in it in the process.]