"Oh! Hey, yeah, it does." Drift's smile softens a little, reaching to relieve Pipes of the potted plant. The technorganic fauna on this Cybertron is kind of disconcerting, but Drift finds a certain beauty in it. He thinks it's really thoughtful of Pipes, actually.

"Thank you, Pipes. Why don't you come in for a while?" He waves Pipes in, turning to find a windowsill to place the plant on. There's definitely a slight hobble to his step, even though he's walking pretty well for a guy who just got off a hospital slab. A little banged up was obviously a gross understatement. "Rodimus isn't around, so it's just me here."