Wing noted Megatron's arrival and has been aware of his movements--at least in part--since then. He's still unsettled by this odd turns of events, but at the same time intrigued. It's reflected in his desire yet hesitation to approach the Decepticon leader.

It's thankful that Wing is a master of his own space, drawing awareness from his own field when needed. It's one of the reasons he could have a frame like that one he does and not be a hazard to those around him. So Wing's not startled when the touch lands on his pinion, feeling it coming the moment before.

He looks up at Megatron, his expression companionable. Wing would rather be that than anything else, with all people, and this one mech should be no exception.

Even if he has to keep reminding himself of it.

"I have many." Which was true, his thoughts have strayed in many directions while watching the flow of people through the bar. "But in this given moment? I'm marveling at the diversity of the people here."

He tilts his head, "And you?"