Drift is doing okay, sure. No one is injured or crying, and the kids all seem to be having massive fun -- mostly by climbing all over the robot car. Right now it looks more like a car-shaped mass of scuttling children, climbing on the hood and making car sounds, opening the doors and crawling inside with giggles of excitement. Drift doesn't really mind, exactly, but he feels like maybe he's lost control of this situation.

"Hey, uh...uh..." Scrap, what was this guy's name? "Freelancer? A little help?"