Drift looks a little bemused at the high five, but it's not like that's a foreign gesture to Cybertronians, so he just huffs out a little laugh as he sits back on his heels, resting his elbows on his knees. You're alright, little human.

"Tucker, huh? Nice to meet you." Aaaaand there comes one of the inevitable questions. It's always so who's piloting you or so who built you. Way to be low-key racist, Tucker. "Not a suit, and there's definitely no little guy. I'm Cybertronian." A beat. "Robotic life form. From the planet Cybertron."