Swerve must be some kind of wizard, because he's pretty much been managing to keep up with everything pretty well. Between making drinks, serving them, picking up glasses and washing them, he's pretty busy. Still, he makes time while washing to at least give Wing a little heads-up.

"Well someone looks less like he's gone a round with a grinder. I wonder who it could possibly be?"

Pause.

"It's you, by the way. Not sure how good you are with jokes yet."

Don't blame him. It's Drift. Drift has poisoned him against the idea that mechs with SO MANY angles actually understand humor.