Oh, hell. This mech looks in a really bad way. Drift could tell at a distance that the fight hadn't gone well, but this mech, he's probably going to need some kind of medical treatment. Drift's own skills in that area are limited. But at least he seems conscious...

"You're safe," Drift assures him, one hand going to his shoulder. He doesn't want to aggravate the other mech's wounds, so Drift does his best to turn him over without jostling him too much. "Don't worry, I made sure they didn't fol-- "

And his vocalizer abruptly sputters out as soon as he sees the other mech's face. Even as smashed up and damaged as it is, Drift would recognize that face anywhere in an instant. His own face, so many years removed. How is this possible? Drift's mind races, leaving him dizzy. In that moment, he is utterly speechless.