Wade offers a shrug, leaning forward to pick up another fish-kabob. He's not sure what sort of custom would require one to hide their face-- barring some customs on his planet that he's fairly sure the Drifter's not a part of-- but he's fairly sure it goes a little deeper than that.

"Hey, no skin off my ass. You probably noticed that I wear a mask too, didn'cha? It ain't just for show, either. So trust me, I get it. Kindred spirits, bud."

He raps on his chest with a fist before offering the Drifter a fingergun with a clicking sound, a symbol of camaraderie between two bros who knew what was up. If the Drifter is even a bro-- it's kinda hard to tell with that getup.