"I'm wishing I'd looked around a bit more then, you'll have to show me sometime." But they're here, now, exploring this new--but not exactly undiscovered--area.

Wing blinks. Not the first? It comes as a surprise to him. He'd heard things, cryptic things that made sense now, but never stated as plainly as Drift had. It's a bit...disappointing, knowing that when they'd all woken up in the Junk Pile that day they weren't the first to experience this new Cybertron.

Not so new, apparently. "...Unicron won?" It's ominous, the sound of that.

Wing runs his fingers over the walls, taking in the details of the place, mildly curious about everything. He pauses, optics cycling in the dim light. "...maybe. Up ahead. Something that doesn't look natural...?"