[Wing is outside. He needs to get out of the ship now and again, to practice at least. Today, though, he's seated with Drift's swords over his thighs, slowly running a whetstone over one of them, when he hears the new arrival on the channel.]

None of those names are familiar, my friend.

[He smiles, a bit tentatively. He's used to negative reactions.]

You could check the Old City, though. I may have missed one of them waking.

I'm Wing. I was brought here, like you.

[He'll take it.]

Ah, Edmund, yes. He will be helpful.

Morgiana. Are you from Earth? [He's started asking this of all humans, because so many are, but their Earths seems so different.]

I haven't seen mine--either of them really--in a while.

[He sounds more than a little wistful.]

I'm not from Earth. I'm from Cybertron, at least originally.

Cybertron was beautiful. Before the war. The last I saw of it, it was....less beautiful. Dying, because of a war. We had to flee.

But the city we built was also beautiful.

Our enemy was our own kind, determined to kill each other, each claiming to want peace.

So, in a way, yes.

It was a long time ago. [He appreciates the sentiment, but it's not necessary.] It was the war they wanted. We chose otherwise and in our city, we are happy enough.

What about you?

So perhaps this place will be better for you?

Well. [He's gathering she doesn't want to talk about it..finally.] It's a fresh start, nonetheless. A chance to have the world see you as you are.

[He thinks Drift would have appreciated it, rather than being seen, forever after, as the ex-Decepticon.]