Goa touches down from the wind shaft. Long slagging cycle... long couple of cycles, for that matter. He might be fresh off a recharge cycle, sure, but right now he only wants to be free of the repair bay's magnet-grip, as much as he hates leaving Slipstream alone... or Starscream and those crystal samples. Slag's sake, he needs something else to look at before his subroutines of paranoia burn a loop in his processor. Goa sits down unceremoniously on his usual bunk, optics and temples buried in his hands.