He winces a little. Yeah, their species was defined by the war. Defined by destruction and killing each other. Not the greatest reputation.

"Uhm. Not... not exactly. Most of us were driven away by the neutrals when the war ended."

Drift takes another sip of his energon.

"Uh. I can do those things. I also write a little bit. I mean nothing major but..." Shrug.

"Building? Uh. Not. Really. I mean I couldn't design something worth a damn, but I guess in the barest sense of manual labor, sure. I could do that."