Wing nodded. So meditation was something he's picked up on, but not necessarily been taught. "Off line your optics, vent deeply and slowly." His voice is soft, not quite a monotone as he speaks, almost sounding like a harmony to the low drone of his engine. "Empty your mind. If you find yourself thinking of something, acknowledge the thought then put it aside. Do not let yourself become frustrated with stray thoughts, they are neither good or bad, just something to be acknowledge and dealt with later." Wing was following his own example, gold optics dark. The soft hum of his vents slowly drawing in air and then pushing the air slowly back out lent another almost musical quality to the mix of Wing's voice and engine.