Drift had come to a rubber-burning, tire screeching halt in his alt-mode when some poor guy was suddenly shooting arcs of electricity from his eyes. Thankfully, he hadn't look in Drift's direction yet--but Bucky yelling from behind him might well change that.

"Don't attract his attention, idiot!" He protests, voice heavy with electronic alteration. And then the guy is of course, looking towards them.

"Close your eyes--!" Drift says hurriedly. He has two choice here: get hit by the lightning, or move out of the way and let the tiny, fragile organic get hit by lighting.

He's pretty sure he can take this.

He hopes. So he lurches himself forward with a roar of his engine and a rumble of tires on pavement to try and create some space. No need for anyone else to get zapped, right?

"Get back!"