Lifting her up, he gingerly places her on his shoulders so she can lean back against the hilt of the great sword and it will keep her in place for the most part.

"Hold onto me, okay?" He taps his head ears helm finials, indicating they might make a good hand-hold. Sure they're not really great to pull on, but he can tolerate that pretty easily.

"Okay. Just say something if you want off."

Looking for a good place to start, Drift simply resumes what he was doing previously. Robo-parkour. Taking off, he vaults them up over the nearest structure, darting down the street at a pretty good clip, climbing up the shorter buildings and jumping the gaps to make the shortest route to the desired location.