Well, this certainly puts a damper on some of his plans. Wing carefully constructs a neutral face, hiding his irritation as he shuffles his desires and expectations around, pacing the length of the shadow he's standing in as he does so. Perhaps this didn't have to be a complete waste. There was always the chance that Drift's current state was reversible and maybe Drift's current form would make for easier...handling in the meantime.

He answers, truthfully enough, though the words carry none of Wing's usual charitable concern. "I was worried for you both. Trouble is brewing in Haven tonight. But Vandal," he shoots her a look, optics narrowing. "Seems to think me unfit to protect you both."