Unfortunately for Drift, Megatron's heavy footfalls follow behind him. It looks like he won't be rid of the Decepticon just yet. Drift was here for a bit longer, after all. He'd be more familiar with his surroundings. The confrontation, oddly enough, had left the warlord in a bit of a jovial mood, as if he'd released some of his own coiled energy in riling Drift up.

Once they're in a less populated area, he leans forward to be a little closer to Drift's head, which was sitting at around elbow height.

"And where, exactly, do you plan on heading to? These organics," he says, waving a hand to irritatedly gesture to the space all around them,"are everywhere."