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The constant drone of the Ark's engines fades into a background hum as Drift glides through the maintenance bay's shadows. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a hull breach, painting silver bands across his armor. He moves with a ghost's quiet, each footfall a whisper on the metal grating, until he reaches the meeting point. You stand there, a shape outlined by the dim glow. He stops, optics flaring bright, and offers a slight, formal bow. "you. I hope your path here was secure?"