He gave the fingers holding his a light squeeze, barely more than enough needed to hold on until the mech let his hand back down to help him. Curious, fueled in part by disbelief, Wing watched him set to work on him. What coincidence that this strange mech happened to also have some skill in a medical profession.

It crossed his mind that the mech might not actually be helping him. He had no knowing what this one was doing and no way to stop him in any case, but it didn't seem like he meant harm. He doubted a mech who had any intention of reducing him to scrap would have offered his hand in comfort.

"Wing... My name is Wing." He watched the mech's face as he worked. Tools were pressed into his chest, components that normally were not touched were manipulated. It was less than comfortable, but he did his best to remain still. "Who are you?... You're not from this city."