Hopefully by then Drift has wised up and joined as her personal bodyguard or some shit. But for now he's just going to think it's cute.

But Drift's optics dim a little at the question, and he nods his head, looking grave. "Cybertron itself was an unfortunate casualty in the war," he says heavily, glancing back around the city. "It looked a lot like this, once, a bunch of bombed-out ruins...but my Cybertron was reformatted, reverted back to its primordial state. We've been able to start rebuilding."

Well, the people who stayed on Cybertron have been rebuilding, anyway.