Drift nods distantly, but truthfully he's really not sure about letting Chromedome poke around in his brain for anything. Don't get him wrong, mnemosurgery certainly has its applications, but…there are certain boundaries that Drift would rather keep. He rubs at his face with the heel of his hand, trying to wrap his brain around all this time travel nonsense. Drift's all about taking it in stride, but it's just -- a lot all at once.

He glances at Rodimus, the cheerful expression totally evaporated from his face. "The last thing I remember? Ratchet had just finished building you a new set of arms, after the -- after you got them caught in the quantum engines to trap the sparkeater."