Harrow drags Backfire in by one of his helm vents, having given him no explanation. He didn't need one! Her optics are wide, and they dart to look for the slightest disturbance in vision around her, waiting for Boomslang to pop up out of nowhere and possibly stab her. Blueshift is also in the training room, throwing his ample weight about like a fat spaceship BUT HE ISNT FAT. "Boomslang you FOOL!" he utters, pointing at the blueprints. "Real people are not transparent, those are USELESS!" "The FACE of course!" Blueshift blurts out before Harrow can. "What sort of question is that!"