"Sixshot?" First Aid asks, but his voice is filled with wonder rather than actual shock.

He does know him -- he's the one who pointed him towards others, where he found Trailcutter. He reaches for the drone, brushing his fingers over it before taking it slowly.

"A diagnostic drone." First Aid turns the drone over in his hand, noting dented plating and a shattered optic. It would need work... Though it wasn't hopeless. He could fix the drone. He looks back to Pipes, his visor narrowing in a smile. "Thank you."