"I wouldn't be taking you back to my shuttle if I didn't think I could fix you up." He almost says save you, remembers just how much his past self would have resented something like that, and gives a quick shake of his head -- mostly to himself. He starts up the cargo craft and as soon as the engines hum to life, he's taking them out of that valley, a more roundabout circuit across Theophany to avoid being spotted by the slavers.

He's largely quiet for the duration of the ride, and relief washes over him once they come to his shuttle -- just where he left it, untouched and apparently undiscovered by anyone else.

"I've got some fuel and first aid supplies in my shuttle." Drift looks at his younger self, as guarded and paranoid as always, and he says lightly, "And if you're thinking about hitting me over the head and stealing it, I'd appreciate it if you didn't. I'm a lot faster than you are right now, and I'd really rather not add to your injuries."

He is trusting you, Deadlock. Weird, right?