Slipstream is on guard duty again, currently she is leaning her back and wings against the wall with arms crossed over her chest. Optics and scanners alert to the landscape around her. Goa careens down from above, cutting off his antigrav a bit early and spinning out on the rubble. Slipstream looks over toward the rubble strewn around as you spin into it, "Good cycle, Goa." she offers. Goa removes himself from his face plant, mumbling something about wings. "You usually guard here?" Slipstream says, "You do it to be stupid or to test patience?" Goa smirks. "Can it be both?" -- cut to barracks --