Drifter doesn't actually stay in his room that often. He's a busy man, doing busy things. He runs a carnival game in this indoor sort of funfair place. But that's part time. The rest of the time he's doing the oh so wholesome activity of gun-running.

But the room? The room is actually the best he's seen in a long time. And this is a rare day in which he's actually decided to stay in it. Since his roommate left, it's not like anyone would complain if he did a little work.

What he doesn't expect is a young girl to come in. Slight of build but making up for it in girth of sound. He's sitting cross-legged on the bed, a mechanical device settled in his lap, screwdriver in his hand, and surrounded by candy wrappers and half-eaten bags of chips and even a few varieties of soda he's been digging at.

He gestures to the empty side of the room.

"Better than nothin'. Settle in. You the poor kid they saddled with me?"