Goa looks as natural as he possibly can rolling right up to the foot of Trypticon and transforming to take a post under the giant reptilioid, out of sight. Slipstream is on top of the beast, though she is quite aware that Goa just rolled up. She cues her internal radio, <'Lo.> Goa backs in further, scratching a little pit in. This wasn't a great view, but if anyone asked, he had tunnel vision and could see any kind of disturbance on the ground for sure... Slipstream replies, A long pause of static... <... And how have you been?> Goa adds, on the private band. Slipstream chuckles,