It feels like it's been an eternity since Rodimus has been out of that cell. It has in fact, been four weeks. Four horribly, agonizingly long weeks. Even now he can't decide what was worse, the boredom or the never ending lectures.

As Rodimus steps off the ship, he can't help but smile, suddenly feeling like past fours weeks weren't that bad. If it weren't for the probation, he'd go for a drive right now. Even that's more than a fair trade for being out, though.

When Rodimus notices Drift, he hesitates, unsure of what to say or do. His memories are hazy, but he remembers enough to know that things got...complicated...the last time Drift paid him a real visit. He doesn't know how Drift feels about it...doesn't know if Drift remembers it at all. That uncertainty swirls around in his mind for a moment before he pushes it aside for time being and steps over to his friend.

"Well, look who's here to here to help celebrate my freedom," Rodimus says casually, grinning broadly.