"Vandal. You're not frumpy. You're beautiful." He says it with absolute intensity. He's not flirting, for better or worse: simply saying the truth as he knows it.

Drift squirms, but not from the vigorous scrubbing. "Just not used to, you know, this." The being taken care of, he means.

He furrows his brow at her question, trying to remember. "Something like that, yes. But there was one of Cliffjumper's grenades involved, too." It was fairly epic.