"I'm glad they have a source other than the junk pile. I worry." The fact that organic food can also be deadly and poisonous just perplexes Wing. As much as he envies the variety, he's happy for the safe simplicity of energon.

"What's that about?" He crouches down to check the lantern's power source, though his fiddling does little to help with the flicker.

"You've a point there." This whole place just felt...strange. And the unfamiliar kind of strange. He tilts his helm, trying to get a look at the box and any glyphs or other markings it might have. "It's like this stuff just got left here."