"Great work out there, Guardian!" the Drifter says. "I had the Glimmer in my hands! But, well…"

He shrugs his shoulders, palms up in helpless confusion. "Something weird happened when I was cashing in my contraband. I ordered a whole mess of exotic gun parts, but a big shipment of supplies got delivered to the Eliksni Quarter instead! I guess these clumsy fingers of mine hit an elaborate series of wrong keys."

"And—get this—instead of putting 'FOR DRIFTER, HANDS OFF,' I somehow accidentally wrote 'FROM LAKSHMI-2' on all the crates. Can you believe it?"

He shakes his head and grins. "I'll still pretty up your piece for you. Least I can do for you, keeping my embarrassing mix-up to yourself, you get me?"