Ambulon had been leaning nearby, arms folded, listening somewhat closely. Didn't really want to invade their privacy, buuut. "You just admitted it's a shared problem!" He was suddenly standing between the two lovebirds, jabbing a finger against Drift's chest. "'It's mine, and Ambulon's'. If that's the case, why aren't we working together? Why do you have to assume responsibility of the entire situation? You're hardly being fair, and you're not listening to reason, otherwise you'd realize what you're about to do is completely stupid!"