Drift stands still as the hand approaches, the device buried in his sleeve. He's not sure of the range, so he waits. He really doesn't want to hurt Wing, he doesn't want it on his conscience. Because this is maybe not Wing, and maybe Wing wouldn't remember, but Drift would.

"You can't see why, right now, Wing. We're worried about you."

If Wing aggresses toward Vandal, Drift won't hesitate to attack, himself.