Wayne has not been kept abreast of the situation regarding Erik. Indeed, he's never heard the man's name, nor has he been told of Max's story. If it's going to come out at some point, he would perhaps like to hear it from the man himself, after having his full trust. So he has no reason to suspect anything from the man that's been prowling around, jumping at shadows, baring his teeth at anything and everything, threatening to eat the ship's denizens.

Surely that latter can't extend to him. He's inedible to basically everything. It was something of a joke between him and a few of the others, especially considering the person that he's most attached to.

When he finds the suited gentleman seething about whatever else he's encountered just lately, Wayne steps forward in one of the open corridors, just out of arm's reach in case of another sword to the guts, dressed down in his rashguard under his open jumpsuit, with a pair of sunglasses perched atop his head and a look of gentle concern.

"Hey dude, you look kinda lost."