7/29/2011 05:50 PM Image:Doac jpg.JPG Slipstream enters the barracks after an especially long aerial recon. Having to walk underground to get past the acid rain storms both out and in have become just part of the routine. Stopping at the ration station, she takes a moment to look around and see who was about. Swiftblade is about, not really doing much. She's leaning against a wall, arms cross, optics shut down. Whoever else may be around, she isn't interacting with anyone for the time being. Slipstream peers at Swiftblade studiously at her reply. "How do you feel about escort duty?" she inquires.