"I nearly panicked when I saw that thing go up," A voice off to Megatron's side chimed in to interrupt what was undoubtedly some very important naval gazing on the other's part. "Now I'm starting to think Brainstorm made the cloaking device Rodimus was telling me about look like that on purpose."

Drift offers a pleasant but subdued smile as he moves to stand at Megatron's side. Neither of them had really spoken since they both had time to cool off after the fight or when Drift had been sober. There was still tension between them that Drift hoped to lay to rest here.

"Got a minute?" Drift held up a rectangular package wrapped in bright red and gold paper and gave it a slight wave to grab Megatron's attention. "Not really our thing but I got you something."