[Drifter puts his hands in the pockets of his khaki pants. The novelty of casual pockets. He hasn't even had need of these in a good hundred or so years.]

Doesn't seem like many people that show up with grudges can do much about 'em. [Which he absolutely revels in. He'd be delighted if certain parties attempted to corner him here and watch how badly that failed.] Even with a glowing beacon on your head you'd be free to be as smug as you please and if I would say so myself, absolutely required to.

Unless you got some secrets you don't wanna have spilled.

[Connor's been on the stranger end of that, though.]