Nitrogear walks into the barracks, Energon cube in hand. Nitrogear sips on it as the familiar grey mech continues walking in. He stops at the energon cooler, just loitering around. His head turns looks around, seeing if anyone else is around. Slipstream is in her barracks berth, facing toward the empty berth to the right of hers that is dusty from no use. She seems to be just staring at it, wings shifted down slightly, hands looped around her knees. Optics slightly dimmed, a hint of wetness against her cheek.