Even as Deckard is offering a hand to Elsa to help Jadewing, someone may note another approaching through the snow. Despite how deep it is he does not sink into it, in face his cloven feet barely leave a mark.

Seeing that they're busy he'll pause back a bit, waiting to "interrupt" until they're finished or someone notices him and speaks to him first. He's fine with waiting, though he is frowning with concern over Jadewing's clear discomfort. The gaggle of disc-shaped drones behind him will just hover quietly in the air. They range in size from dinner plate to the average Cybertronian's palm.