Slipstream comes to a stop at the barracks floor; her feet alighting as her jet thruster turn off. Shadowstar is stretched out on her bunk, looking plenty bored, though she is reading up on some things. Slipstream walks over to Shadowstar's berth; she stops just on the outside of what is considered the polite distance. "Good cycle Shadowstar. May I have a word with you?" Shadowstar looks over at Slipstream, then shrugs. "Sure. What's on your mind, Slippy." she says, going back to her reading. Shadowstar nods. "Sounds good. When can we get started? I have a reputation to establish." She smiles.