With a glance to her hand, which was getting the finishing touches on it, Firestorm would look to Goa and speak up before he left, "You uh.. mind if I join you?" She wasn't very good with social interaction, which was plain as day. Goa glances at Slipstream storming out, at his somewhat tingly hand, at the inert air commander, and then back at Firestorm's shadowed eyes. "Mind? What if I do?" He leans back self-assuredly, crossing his arms, mouth flat but optics belying an accomplished smile. -- cut to drill hall -- Goa shrieks. "Why does everyone try to kill me when I spar?!" * THUD*