Every empty stretch of corridor Drift can roll through is like one good, long stretch, but he doesn't get the sense that accidentally squashing organics in his first week here would endear him to his new teammates, so he's being generally careful. He sees Robbie just far enough from a distance that he comes to a neat halt with a squeak of his tires.

He transforms in response, the panels and wheels shifting into a more humanoid form as he jumps into the air, landing crouched and fully transformed in front of Robbie with a totally unnecessary backflip. His optics are bright with a smile, and for a guy with three swords strapped to him, he's got an awfully cheerful vibe. Where were those swords while he was a car? Where indeed.

"Actually, I am the wheels." Rather than stretching to his fault, Drift stays crouched with his elbows resting on his knees. It seems more polite. "I'm kind of a new arrival. The name's Drift."