"Really, are there that many?" Color him intrigued. "We'll if I can get there then I can take us both."

"That's ominous," Wing frowns, his processor whirring around the implications. "So there was a previous population that was...wiped out?" Or something. Preferably something less ominous.

"The texture of rock...it looks like it changes?" He points to the opening ahead of them, trying not to get too ahead of himself.