Now that he’s here, now that he’s in front of Ratchet, he feels a sudden rush of guilt. Not that it makes much of a difference. No doubt Ratchet would be able to tell what had happened from just a quick glance.

Drift laughs nervously and waves his limp hand back and forth. “Hey...I’ll save you the trouble of a bad pun and just…could you help me out with this?” He walks across the room and tentatively extends his arm.