Drift is trying to understand how all of a sudden they're all talking about vowels. This day. Already.

His mouth flattens into a scowl at that squeak. Nobody makes the jet squeak except him, Fracas. He tries to tug the vehicon off of Wing, because grrr, but either Fracas is heavier than he looks or Wing's somehow tangled up, too.

"Since when can you fly?" Not 'fly well' apparently. "You let Shockwave at you or something?"