Wing isn't actually psychic, but he senses when he's being followed. He paused briefly, his head cocked, and his expression is thoughtful when he turns around and catches sight of Arcee. He smiles again, right at her.

"Hello," he says, his voice mild and pleasant. "You can come over and actually talk to me if you want, but you don't have to if you'd rather just keep following me." He waits for a moment, his optics on her face and his mouth still tugged up slightly at one corner. "I don't mind either way."