Drift keeps the silence as he works on Deadlock, trying to shake the strangest form of déjà vu he's ever experienced as his hands touch plating that's been familiar to him for years. It's like reaching into an old photograph, somehow, and he's glad for the silence, because right now, he really doesn't know what to say, especially not with Deadlock hugging the chair like that. Drift still remembers, painfully clearly, what he'd felt back then, what it had been like for him all those years ago.

He's no Ratchet, and the work is a little crude, but the welds will hold, at least until Deadlock gets to see a real doctor. When that might be, Drift's not really thinking too hard about. He patches up the cut fuel line, makes sure it's no longer leaking, and then finally hands Deadlock the energon cube.

"You're all set for now," he says, sitting back as he starts to put the tools away. "You'll need to get your fuel levels back up. You lost a lot of energon back there."