[It isn't much longer before Drift roars over the last corner, brakes screeching, shedding speed. He unfolds from his alt, even before he's fully stopped. There's a moment where he wants, obviously, to lean in for a hug, but pulls himself back, rigidly, looking instead just kind of...nervous.]

Perceptor. [He sounds breathless. It's not from the drive.]

You look. I mean. It's good to see you again.