Wing gives up on his search, realizing line of sight would prove a problem anyway, and prowls the edge of the darkness like a thing caged. "_{...power source.....maybe a generator somewhere...}" He grumbles under his breath, optics casting about the trailer and its surroundings.

He realized if need be, he could just circle around the back and flip the whole trailer from it's dark side... Tempting, but subtly would win him less trouble later and it wasn't necessary to get extreme yet. He narrows his optics at the whispering which he can't hear over the growl of his own engine, then Drift's movement grabs his full attention.

Perhaps a different approach.

He smiles, but it's forced around his anger. He crouches, careful to stay cloaked in shadow. "Come to me." His tone demands, 'What do you need with her?'