Rodimus has not heard something so completely Drift since he's run into him that he can't help but laugh as well, relaxing even as he pulls away. Not too far, because part of him wants to make sure that Drift is still right there and not a figment of his imagination that this world has thrown at him in order to put the cap on some of the weirdest forty eight hours of his life.

"Well if we're here for a reason we'd better start figuring out what it is, huh? Maybe the others ended up here - can't say that I wouldn't at least like to find Perceptor." They want the science guy here, Rodimus just knows it. Reluctantly letting Drift go so he could rub the back of his helm, Rodimus also takes stock of where they are, frowning. "Either Brainstorm really did mess with the timeline or this is what letting Starscream rule Cybertron ends up in. Not that I'm surprised."