And if those eyes could go any wider, they'd be robot-sized dinner plates. His finger trails down where that Autobrand should be, looking at it like it had been ground zero for an attack.

"You gave it to Drift..."

He didn't mind Drift. Well, personally. The crew of the Lost Light had kicked him off the ship from what he'd heard, but that seemed to be very out of character for what Drift had been trying to accomplish with his life.

Still. Giving a badge meant something, and he wonders if Rodimus...

"You two must be very close then."