Slipstream is on her duty shift like she's supposed to be, keeping watch over the area from about the height of the beasts' head. Goa blitzes in from the west, late for his shift. His engines sputter occasionally, echoing backfires across the flat roads and plains. He rolls up to the base of Trypticon and seems to be analyzing his surroundings a moment. Slipstream looks down from where she is hovering, "Good cycle Goa. Surprised you made it out here all considering." she states, "Sounds like you need a tune up." Goa shrugs, still upside-down trying to get a look in. "Never know 'nless ya ask."