Ratchet had a few moments of free time, and decided to check out the newest arrivals. Occasionally they needed medical attention and the locals weren't very quick about letting the clinic know in a timely fashion. Ratchet's ears then eyes were caught by a familiar accent, though very feminine.

Scottish accent, and eighteen century garb, and very much pregnant. Oh frag. And Claire had gone, or he would have had someone trustworthy to offer as a midwife.

"Ah, excuse me, ma'am? Hello. I'm not sure they even know why they've had an influx of new arrivals, either."