Waking here, waking there...so long as we are able to wake, there is work yet to be done.~

[Walker's indefatigable smile shines on, and he holds the ring up a little closer to the large creature's optics. Keenly, he catches on to Wing's understandable notion of the ring having an identity and quickly seeks to come to an understanding while he hovers there, suspended weightlessly as if held aloft by tiny little threads.]

No, I'm afraid it isn't like that. I do not wish to sound demeaning, but it has no intelligence of its own... [another light laugh] Certainly not as advanced as you!

[Proving that he has a fair amount of agility, even in the air, Walker begins to circle around Wing's sizable frame, his lean, wiry body bending slowly and smoothly as he orbits the Autobot's body.]

So, Brother. What do you do here?