Rodimus isn't that far from their designated meeting spot when he and Drift have their conversation. It's a location they've used more than once before as a rendezvous point. Close proximity or not though, it still takes Rodimus awhile to get there. His still-unrepaired shoulder is placing some serious limitations on his alt-mode...a fact that has been seriously grating on Rodimus' nerves. It was one thing to have these great new alt-modes; another thing entirely that he couldn't even enjoy it fully. And that was on top of all the other problems they'd been having with them.

Rodimus arrives at the building lot at a reasonable, law-abiding speed, pulling to a stop with a frankly disappointing kick of dust under his tires. He's glad Drift didn't catch that lackluster entrance. Taking a moment to take in the surroundings, Rodimus finally spots someone; a human. Revving his engine he drives a bit closer...it looks like Drift's holomatter avatar. Maybe? He still hasn't quite gotten the hang of telling humans apart. If they at least came in more colours maybe it wouldn't be so fragging hard.

Engaging his own holomatter driver just to be safe, Rodimus pulls up beside the human, windows rolled down.

"....Drift? That you?"