Goa drives to the edge of the 'forest' and transforms, glancing over his shoulder, then walking through with quick, determined strides. Isolated, and he'd be at home if anyone tried to follow him here. He finds a suitably secluded tree and -- after a quick scan to check for anything above him -- sits against it to check over his injuries. No reason to go to Polyhex half-wrecked if he could avoid it. His hand first goes to the side of his neck and draws away -- "Ah." He wipes the black oil against his shin. So it wasn't a fuel line, just felt like it. He goes about checking over his chest and the blast at his side now, one antenna kept wary for activity.