Slipstream is seated on the corner booth where the light is non-existent for a good reason, she wants to drink her energon in peace. Only someone spotting her magenta optics glowing in the dark of the booth would notice her sitting there. Slipstream noticed the sudden silence, drawing her optics off her data pad that she's typing into - a report on the recent energon run. Trying to put a good spin on the low numbers is a challenge at the very least. She looks toward the silver mech, offering a short salute of recognition, then returns to her typing.