Drifter catches it smoothly, then looks at the name 'Rocky' across it again. Looks like a Golden Age dog tag. He's not seen a dog in... hell. Who knows. He's seen Cabal hounds, though.

"Dead serious. I'd love to know how the Head's bringin' us here. But he don't seem too keen on sharin' his ways." He puts it down on the table, pinning it on its rim between finger and wood, and flicks the side so it slowly meanders in Connor's direction in a neat route. Spinning evenly and smoothly and around one of the obstacles on the table.

"But back to the exos- put humans in a state where they're in desperate need, and exos turned out to be just as much people as them. They even fall in love with humans. Hooo boy. I've met a few lady exos that'd never let you forget 'em. Best time to be a good mechanic."