Facelift was still in his shop.
"Oh, hello again!" he greets Delta delightedly. "I assume you have a schematic for me?"
"Hey!" Halfrunner snaps. "I was gonna pour that; you're not supposed to down the whole-... >sigh<..."
The "drink" was a combination of standard energon, engine oil, several different terran soft drinks, and something that left a slight burning sensation in the back of the throat. For one who didn't share a junkion's taste in beverages, it might have been rather disgusting. Downing a whole barrel of the stuff would do the trick, though, and would quickly send Redstocker into unconsciousness.
"Yeah, but that's not as cool," Thrift points out.
"Let's see, some food for your bird, and a CLUTCH drone," Thrift says. "325."