Drift envies that ability to fly, the utility of it especially, here in the midst of this troubling mystery. Though that wasn't exactly part of his thought process when the jet took off or as he arrives back, blue optics a little bright with earnest appreciation of Wing's grace as the jet touches down. He envies the sunlight too, the way it slides over those flight panels...

Wing's disturbed tone snaps him back to the reality of the situation though, a frown turning upon his face. "Signs of struggle?" he asks, peering at the items Wing's returned with.