"I'm only vaguely familiar with that designation, but I suppose it matters little. Overall it sounds like a complicated bit of circumstances. And you were pulled here against you will because of the Lambda like the rest of us?" That seemed the case all around. Only the First Forged were here of their own free will, or so it seemed. 

Wing is happy the gesture is appreciated on its simplest level. He'd spent centuries living and socializing with the same mechs. Here he has to constantly remind himself that people have greater boundaries. Any exception to that came as a welcome surprise. 

A smile borne of camaraderie at those next words. "Oh, I think you have a style all your own Soundwave. I wouldn't have it any other way honestly."