No — AHCK [ Drift started strong, but there was that last stubborn pocket of air and half-swallowed high-grade tickling the back of his throat that got out one last hurrah in the form of a frame-shaking wet, hacking cough. This was all rather embarrassing for a member of a species that didn't need air to breathe. ]

— No harm done. [ Drift shook his head, still shuddering after that coughing smell and cleared his throat. ] High-grade — very potent and very toxic if you're not sporting insides made of metal.

[ He looked Mal up and down, and when the room wasn't spinning counter-clockwise, he looked like a normal, friendly enough person. A little on the young side with that hunted sort of look the newcomers had when they weren't used to technology, let alone Cybertronians. ]

You can put that [ Drift motioned to Mal's rifle ] over on the rack by the swords. There's vodka in the drawer built into the wall.

I'm guessing you're the new roommate.