[Drift would cheer too, except he can only imagine what the littler critters would do to his upholstery. The inevitable delayed though, he turns his attention to the stranger, offering a hand up.]

As long as they mind their manners and their hands, then--

[Oh. Oooh. Well there's a bit of confusion. One that probably makes Drift's previous statement a little...more off color than usual. He chuffs an awkward laugh.]

Err well. This thing, [wow rude] goes where I go because it isme. Annnd I took a wrong turn. [Seriously, why doesn't GPS work here!?]