"Guardian Games, huh?" The Drifter sizes you up and accepts your class gear from you. He passes a small device over it and lets out a satisfied grunt when a light on the back of the device turns green.
"You're all set," he says. "I usually go in for competitions with higher stakes, but there's something about that Eva lady. I just can't say no to her."
He winks at you. "Of course, this is good advertising. Sometimes I think you forget about me down here." He gestures to you. "Now go bank that medal at the podium. Good practice for Gambit."