Traffic citation? Drift thought he'd been going at a pretty polite speed -- he's really not interested in accidentally running anyone over, but maybe he shouldn't be driving around Legion World's corridors at all. Whoops.

He comes to a quick halt when Rico approaches, although admittedly, he's a little annoyed at the banging on his window. It doesn't hurt, but Drift feels like it's an unnecessary application of force for a...God, for a traffic citation.

With a little sigh of air through his vents, Drift transforms back to root mode, landing in a crouch next to Rico. He plucks off the traffic citation, stuck on one of the doors attached to his shoulders, and peers at the very tiny piece of paper with a slight frown.

"Not an AI, and -- what did I do, exactly?"