Goa stalks quietly between the shards of crystal, largely obscured by them. The geographic feature was nothing new to him. He was just thankful all of it was inert material. The grounder is no champion of forethought. Were he, he might've headed straight back to Polyhex, look like everything is normal -- and it was normal, wasn't it? Nothing ought to have changed after what he learned. But it had. And it didn't take much forethought to think ahead to Slipstream or Firestorm picking up on his uneasiness. From afar, Goa (gooey) nudges the link as he senses it closer. --- ---