"Oh yes. I barely escaped." He can't help himself now, especially with that catch in Drift's voice. "You saw all the abrasions the thing left behind. In fact I seemed to recall you buffing them out for me."

Which was true: the rough surface of the thing's appendages had left scrapes and gouged paint on almost every limb. The ones around his thigh were, well, particularly interesting to remove.

"Hey now, I was handicapped for a long while," he defends, playfully. Dai Atlas was a decent babysitter, caretaker, authoritarian for the most part. "Is that your way of saying you want to make some trouble right now?"