I'm aware you can walk, I've just chosen to momentarily clear that inconvenient reality from my mind. [ The grinning menance in question responds airly. As though explaining some obscure tenant of Spectralism that likewise irritated Ratchet to no end. ]

Now stop moving, I'd be spark broken to drop you and dent anything.

[ It took a little trial and error with some dicey weight adjustment before Drift found his footing. With an armful of crotchety conjux Drift confidentially marched through the halls to the living quarters wing. Sparring what was left of Ratchet's dignity as he let the other mech down outside the door. ]

Try not to have any high expectations. [ Drift warns before leading Ratchet inside.

The room itself was spartan with only a double bed converted to a recharge berth against the back wall, a rack for Drift's swords, and a desk with an eclectic collection of various crystals and a weapon cleaning kit. ]

I've been meaning to redecorate.