( He can't help but laugh at that - grin spreading even wider across his face. Rodimus doesn't think he's laughed, actually laughed since Overlord. Some of the tension leaves him, and while he can still feel the numbers etched into his palm, they don't feel as heavy with Drift here. )

Aren't I captain? I thought I'm supposed to be the one giving the orders here. ( He does what he's told though, and when Drift attacks he sees what Drift must have - the thing doesn't register Rodimus' next volley of shots in time to move. He lets out a whoop of glee when he sees that they've hit, only for it to be replaced by another curse when he notices they don't do anything. ) Oh come on, isn't getting a hit in enough?

( They're going to have to do repeat this, he guesses, and falls back only slightly. )

Again?