[Drift doesn't think Perceptor's useless here. If nothing else, the stoic calmness the other mech seems to exude is bracing, and he shakes off the last of his panic. He throws a glance toward the other mech, and what he hopes is a friendly nod.]

Vandal. I'm here. [Talk about feeling useless. He's here. Yippee.]

[He steps closer, into her range of vision, and then looks expectantly at Soundwave. Maybe not expectantly, more...pleadingly.]