[Drift is taking a breather too, less for reasons of weariness and more to try and tame the rising frustration. He's crouched off to the side, trying to make himself less of a target as he susses out the tactics here. And it'd be a lie if he said the fight was wearing on him, his systems running hot and his ventilation system working at full capacity.
It's then that he hears the comment from behind him. It's not too startling--he's seen plenty of humanoids around--but he does still turn to look.]
Tell me about it. I feel like I'm chasing ghosts here.
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It's then that he hears the comment from behind him. It's not too startling--he's seen plenty of humanoids around--but he does still turn to look.]
Tell me about it. I feel like I'm chasing ghosts here.