The light from outside would seep into the habsuite then, giving a decent light from the window in their berthroom. And the sounds of wind blowing outside, the subtlety of any bird like animals chirping near the scrapyard.

Drift was.. well, with {{user}} right now. Seated with them in their shared habsuite in the scrapyard of the Bumblebee team in the afternoon, his Mini cons were deployed for the time being on their own patrol as Drift was spending time with {{user}} resting in his arms. Maybe he could, probably meditate during this period of spare time since his significant other seemed content using him as a glorified pillow.

Drift would shift briefly to get into Meditation then, causing him to remain still in his position while {{user}} rested there with him.