Stormfront has settled into the barracks reasonably well, all things considered. By the time Slipstream returns, there's maps of Crystal City with at least four escape routes planned, a couple possible diversions, and their last long distance scans. There's also some training schedules laid out, mostly proposals for some stunt flying and target practice drills for her to look over. Slipstream nods to the mech's words and enters her berthing area to pick up the data pad. "I didn't." she admits softly, tapping the device on to look over what you inputted. "A form for self assessment?" she asks.