Whirling around, Drift startles at the voice of another, twin blades instantly in his hands and standing at the ready. There's a long pause.

Oh. A human. Not terribly comforting but he's getting used to them not being a threat here. Go figure, the seventeen-foot-tall mech with the swords is afraid of a little human... but given what he's been through, you wouldn't blame him.

He simply shakes his head and sheaths both swords, standing up and looking down at her a bit sheepishly.

"Sorry I uh... I didn't see you there." His expression melts into something akin to nervousness.

"I'm Drift." Not that it explains much.

"Who are you?"