[Problem is he's relatively sure at the moment they're all gonna die because they've bought into this Last City thing so hard none of them are prepared to leave like they should be. And they've been told. They have an entire faction telling them (Dead Orbit). They have another one telling them that a war is coming (Future War Cult). But nobody's budged.]

[So Drifter's about ready to be one of a functionally extinct race.]

[Easy to keep his mind off that with little monsters floating around.]

Sorta. But I've... been around for a while. Been through some bad times. It's in good shape, so I wouldn't call that backwater. Hell, it's got runnin' water and nice livin' spaces and everything. I've slept in a Hydra's shell or used Cabal shields to block out the rain.

I can afford a room all to myself, and even regular fresh food and things to cook with. That's not too bad at all. I feel like I'm livin' like a king.

[Drifter is easily satisfied.]