A lot to talk about is right. Drift waves off Ratchet's concern with an entirely irritating smile.

"I'm fine, Ratchet. I'm still running, aren't I?" A medical interrogation is not what Drift really wants right now. Fortunately for him, he spots a convenient subject change in the form of what looks like a little toy figure on the dashboard, apparently having toppled over at some point.

"Oh, hey, what's this little guy?" He picks it up delicately with two fingers and holds the toy up. His optics brighten and he lets out a little laugh. "Is this supposed to be me?"