"What, no--" Concern tightens Wing's face at Ambulon's next words. Drift being in trouble was...not entirely unusual and the swordmech was often quite capable of getting himself out of said trouble. But with recent events being what they were...
He mimics the medic's gesture, leaning in. What comes next he's not entirely prepared for though.
"He WHAT!?" he nearly shouts, aghast. Wing knew Drift had gone off to face his fear, but not...literally! He schools his tone and volume, waving off the few bar dwellers who's attention was drawn by his outburst. "Are you sure!?"
Wing can barely process this and it shows in his sudden agitation: the angry rustle of his flight panels and the flare of his pinions. He shifts from side-to-side before stopping to cycle a deep vent. "He's gone already?"
Wing will check his comm for Drift's message next tag.
He mimics the medic's gesture, leaning in. What comes next he's not entirely prepared for though.
"He WHAT!?" he nearly shouts, aghast. Wing knew Drift had gone off to face his fear, but not...literally! He schools his tone and volume, waving off the few bar dwellers who's attention was drawn by his outburst. "Are you sure!?"
Wing can barely process this and it shows in his sudden agitation: the angry rustle of his flight panels and the flare of his pinions. He shifts from side-to-side before stopping to cycle a deep vent. "He's gone already?"