The landing is jarring, but it helps bring him back to the physical world, along with the sounds of concern from at least one familiar female voice. He feels the touch of small warm hands on his shoulder armor and his helm turns that way. He knows her now, it's Drift. And it doesn't matter what the package looks like, only that he should be extra careful as he rolls slowly onto this side, an arm reaching for Vandal and then curling around the place Drift stands, burying his face against the ground next to him.

"It's me, I'm here. ^{I--I'm sorry}...!"