Issue what, a roommate or the vodka? [ Drift grunted, his voice still a touch horse as he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and settled back in, reaching for the bottle. Every gesture and mannerism was effortlessly human, but Drift always did make an effort to fit in — even by embarrassing accident.

Watching Mal, he wasn't sure if he should get up to help and risk spooking the newcomer with his size. All nine feet of metal tended to be less intimidating when sitting on the floor and half in the bag. Fortunately, Mal navigated the room fine on his own, practically sniffing out that bottle without much direction. ]

Drift. [ Drift raised his own bottle and tipped it towards Mal ] Well, I wouldn't want to drink to being here. See any familiar faces when you got here? One could always drink to friends, old and new.