[His hand darts forward as Wing's falls, catching him by the fingers. Just reactionary. Drift is much like a dog chasing cars. He doesn't know what to do when he actually catches one. So he squeezes, and then lets go, shifting awkwardly.]

We will. And when we figure out a way to get out, I'll take you back to the Lost Light with me.

He is. Well, he's my commander. But I write his speeches!

[Yeah, you hear that, Wing? I write speeches now. He kind of wiggles his shoulders proudly.]

Some of them. Anyways...

You two would get along great I think.

[He pauses. Maybe a little too great. Note to self: keep Rodimus away from Wing if ever they should meet.]