Deadlock? Not complain? It's like you don't even know him, Wing.

All right. He's not going to complain about the view. Because it occurs to him, suddenly, how very...vulnerable Wing is like this. And he has the grounder's usual fascination with airframes, his optics lingering on the complicated shapes of the underbelly, that spoke of speed and maneuvering and mastering the air.

So. He may just be staring for a klik. Rude? Whatever. You don't like it, he can leave.

"Thank me? For fraggin' what? Didn't even fraggin' find you." And he is pissed about that. "What the frag were you doing, anyway?"