It's a good thing that Starscream has absolutely zero notion of aura or anything else that Drift is dealing with internally, because all he'd have gotten in response would've been a blank stare.

As it was, he still wasn't impressed, and that kind of hippy crap could only mean that this was an Autobot. Starscream had no desire for a fight though. This was supposed to be a simple trip: get in, get the artifact, get out. And now this scraphead was blocking his way.

"Well it's not exactly easy to tread lightly when this planet is just covered in squishy, fragile organic life." He reaches up to push the sword out of the way, optics narrowing. "But if you would be so kind as to let me pass, then I'll be out of your plating before you know it, and then we both leave happy.