[The sigh Perceptor heaves toward Drift is a fond one, and that smile that he reserves for Drift alone is back as he shakes his head.]

I am glad that you are back in one piece, then.

[He'll have to find out who has done all of Drift's repairs and thank them. That he is the pot calling the kettle black... will remain unspoken. By him at least.]

I know, Drift. I have faith in you. Please remember that.

[Especially when you have lost faith in yourself. Drift probably hears those words, anyway. He's meant to, though.]

So. Protects from the other First Forged?