The loud, irreverent sound of the alarms have gone off. Hammerstrike, who once again is on guard duty, although an earlier shift, lifts his head and stares up at some blinking lights before he glances down the corridor. Something is being said among security, but he can't make it out. He then looks into the cell to check on the prisoner. Slipstream hears the alarms as well and is looking toward the cell window curiously, her wings hitched up high. "Troubles Autobot?" she asks. Slipstream shifts her legs, settling her weight upon her hip as she listens to the alarms.