Starscream saunters over to Wing when it looks like he has a free moment, leaning against the bar and peering at him.

"You look better than you did earlier."

This typical bluntness also carries with it the slightest eddy of concern. Times have been hard, even harder than they're used to, and he's aware of the kind of toll it takes after a few million years of hard war. It seems like there's hardly any time for breaks.

"How are you holding up?"