"The best I can gather about Stacy is that no one has any idea if she's on the level or not. She's supposed to belong to a race calling themselves Daligig, but if they manned her before, they were gone by the time I woke up. Supposedly they're the ones who started her on this 'save the worlds' mission."

And every single bit of information just seemed to fall right back into that 'might as well believe it because no one else has anything better' trap. He really wished that he had better news to give out, but even the people he'd talk to after his own awakening had been cautious in what they labeled as 'truth'. "Frankly, if you ask me, it doesn't make a fraggin' bit of difference whether anyone's telling the truth or just blowing smoke up our tailpipes until someone comes up with evidence one way or another." Ratchet was trusting Stacy's story for right now; people like Zetta had chosen to take it with a grain of salt. Wheeljack would have to make up his own mind on the matter.

"Right now, though? I hate to say it, but you guys woke up in the middle of trouble. There's some kind of pathogen going around; half the ship's locked down in quarantine."