Pharma smirks slightly at Ratchet. Of course he's read anything -- Pharma wouldn't expect anything less than Ratchet keeping up on surgical literature, and Pharma likes to think that Ratchet might have a special interest in reading his work. They'd worked together plenty in the past, overall.

"Noted," he says with the same dry touch to his voice. He leans back in the chair, one arm slung over the back. "And don't apologize -- if anything, I suppose I should be thanking you." He tilts his head. "I have to say, I never thought I'd be working under you. You've really moved up the ranks."