There's only a small blip of confirmation from the armored drone who quickly passes into recharge. He normally wouldn't have trusted so easily. Or at all, but it's not something he can argue with. If he was to be killed, it would have happened already.

Perhaps the remnants of some dream- some kind of memory triggers it.

But after an hour or so, he's moving. Not awake- but moving. Crawling up and over and curling up against the warm metal.