Deadlock will just gape for a moment, because, wow. You're, uh, you're supposed to be afraid of him. You know, big scary robot? Yells a lot? All these pointy edges? BE AFRAID, you.

"...don't know why he's talking to you about me, anyway. Instead of. You know. Me." He's just going to be over here cloaking himself in grumpy.

"No. I'm not fraggin' great." He scowls, looking...troubled. He knows something about Wing, something in the jet's future, his past, that's turning his words into acid and regret.