"Millions and millions of years ago," Drift confirms. He tilts his head in curiosity, optics brightening. Making more friends around here would be good. He knows he's been starved for company since leaving the Lost Light, and even there, he hadn't exactly had many people who were willing to spend time with him. But here...the organics are surprisingly friendly. He's actually starting to feel like he might belong here. He hasn't felt that in a while.

"Oh?"