There's nothing embarrassing about fighting off an attack by nameless enemies, stranger. It's actually quite noble, especially if, like himself, this other Cybertronian was new here.

"Maybe it's just more forward than others here." Oh sorry, is this an inappropriate time for flirting?

BZZZZZ wrong answer: there's never an inappropriate time for flirting. Well, okay, maybe a funeral. But this? This was what Wing had pledged his life to: to fight alongside his fellow Cybertronians, and save lives. Which makes it absolutely flirtatious fair game.

"It's worth a shot." And by that, he means, right now, diving into the mass of enemies, one blade stabbing at the central blob of the strange body.