Strangely enough, Deet did not hide again after her warning. Now she was sitting, hovering over the river motionless. Silvery teardrop shaped, she ignored the Electrogators below as she waited patiently, the clock continuing to tick away. Slipstream is on aerial patrol during her normal shift to do so. Flying just under the radar as well as slow enough as to not draw too much attention to herself. Slipstream spots her Emperor below and circles around, transforming to come in for a landing. "At your command my liege." she states, saluting him in proper Con manner. The hyperpotami stirs.