11/10/2011 05:33 PM (Military Barracks, Polyhex) --- Slipstream is in her berth seated in such a way that her back is to the entrance of her little cubicle of a berthing area. Her wings are flexed nearly parallel to each other and held up a bit high, a clear sign of annoyance and anger. Her optics are offline as she sits there, cross legged, hands on her knees as she vents out with harshness. Laserbeak flutters in through her usual window, perching on the edge of Slipstream's left wing and nibbling gently on the tip to get her attention...or maybe Seeker plating just tastes that good. Who knows?