The unnecessary backflip is probably the least surprising thing about Drift, all things considered.

A car that started to change into something else - that wasn't so odd in and of itself, but then there was a humanoid shape to it. And swords. Three swords, in fact, which seemed more frivolous than the backflip, given that the android... car... Drift only has two arms. Robbie counted.

He also hasn't missed the relative size difference. Drift, despite being crouched, is not shorter than Robbie. That's alarming. "You... are the wheels. Right."

Forgive him for leaning to the side to see if Drift has a spare tire for a butt. It's just one of those things he has to know, and be grateful that he is suppressing about half a dozen inappropriate responses. Thank god for classes on Roboticans getting most of it out of his system. "I'm Robbie. I'd offer to shake your hand, but I like mine not squished flat... seriously, Drift as in Tokyo Drift? It's a little on the nose."