Wing reaches out instinctively when the boy stumbles backwards, but Diarmuid is so quick to recover he withdraws again, offering an apology instead. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." It's just easier to converse this way. And Wing realizes he is a little less intimidating when not towering over people.

"Don't worry, I'm not angry. Well met, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne." The name rolls off his vocalizer slowly, as if tasting the strange syllables and committing them to memory. "Giants then? I can see the connection. My people are called Cybertronians, named for our homeworld Cybertron. You say your friend met another of my kind here...who was nice?"

Is he...talking about Deadlock? What?