“Hey, what’s good man? Great to hear from you Winchester,” Drake sighed, a more comfortable look coming across his face as he heard the voice of his old friend. He likewise tucked his phone between his head and his shoulder, muttering a curse under his breath as his hair followed his tilted head. “I, uh, nothin’ much’s happened. Y’know, the usual. I brought the crew back together, got a new ship, and now I’m going off to convince this chick that I didn’t leave her in captivity. What’s goin’ on with you?”