Drake made a slight groaning sound at Demeter's comment. They could've at least given him a pronoun to use. Fuck it, he'll just go with his first assumption of them being a girl. It was easier for him, and it wasn't like she had forbade him from doing so.

Drake was suddenly thrown from his thoughts at the sound of gunshots, turning around to see the bodies of other potential pilots on the floor, dead. He was so shocked, he couldn't even turn away as the scientists shot themselves. He allowed himself to herded into the Izanagi, barely paying attention to the white Framework ripping the Cruxi to pieces. He had wanted to scream at Lorenzo for what he had done, call him a monster, a murder, a psychopath. But he could see the weight of what the man had done, and ordered his fellow scientists to do, pressing down on him, even from a distance. Drake thought back to his actions towards the man earlier, and couldn't help but feel shame for how he had acted. It was childish, churlish, and very disrespectful to the man. He didn't know anything about Lorenzo, what he had sacrificed to be here, what he's given to give humanity a chance for survival. 

As he boarded the Izanagi, he took a last look at the bodies that now lay on the floor, then at the white framework. It was taking down the Cruxi like they were nothing, but it was only a matter of time until he was overcome. Hopefully they left soon, and hopefully whoever was in the white framework would be able to come with them. He didn't want to carve the name of another fallen comrade so soon after the first. Then he realized he didn't even know the pilots name. He looked to one of the nearby Spartans who were herding them towards the Izanagi.

"What is the name of the pilot of that white framework, or am I not allowed to know that yet." The second part said in grumbling acceptance to the possibility of that being a fact, since almost everything he wanted to know he was, 9/10, classified information.