"You're going to jinx us, talking like that." Sometimes, Drift swears, it's like the First Forged or Unicron or whoever has nothing better to do than eavesdrop and do horrible things.

The M&M, a green one, bounces harmlessly off his armor. "And if something does attack you? That's a terrible weapon."

He shrugs off the compliment. What was he going to do? Just leave her? Besides, he'd never admit it, but he liked giving her rides.