[Ratchet's feet catch on the edge of the rock, causing him to sprawl forward in a faceplant, nearly in Ironhide's lap.

It takes a few moments before he draw himself up into a kneeling position, systems working overtime to try and purge the chilled water. His audios were not yet functioning properly thanks to being waterlogged, but he could get the gist of what the Weapons Master was ranting about - it didn't take a scientist for that.

He said nothing, lowering his head slightly, waiting for his vocals to clear themselves - He knew this was his own fault. It had been foolhardy to forge ahead without truly knowing the landscape. To assume this ship followed typical rules was dangerous, and his ignorance could have killed them both.]