Organics always seem so baffled by something so inherently familiar to Drift, but then again, their reproduction methods kind of mystify him too. His optics brighten and he touches the hilts of the swords sheathed at each hip in acknowledgment. The third, a fair bit larger -- probably about twice Tucker's height -- is strapped to his back.

"I prefer them to guns," he confirms with a grin. He is definitely a sword guy. "They require so much more finesse -- it's an art unto itself."

Also, it makes him look really cool.

"Yourself?"