10/16/2011 07:59 PM (Military Barracks, Polyhex) --- Laserbeak flits in and perches on the edge of a window, watching the commotion. She's not used to it, not with Soundwave practically living inside the intelligence compound. Her host wasn't exactly a social mech after all. She tilts her head to the side, noting Slipstream tucked away in her rack. Slipstream is seated upon her berth, wings against the partition wall, legs bent at the knees. She types on her data pad, doing her reports for the cycle. Next to her hip is a half full cube of energon.