Drift's not really sure what he was expecting. No, actually, this is more or less what he was expecting -- he remembers how he was back then, how hostile and defensive he could be, and how very quick to anger he was. He raises both hands in a disarming gesture, still smiling.

"Calm down," he says, trying to channel soothing energy into his voice. Is it working? He hopes it's working. "It's alright. I'll explain if you want -- as much as I can -- but I need you to understand that I don't mean you any harm."