6/28/2011 06:49 PM Image:Doac jpg.JPG Slipstream is pacing around the compound, thinking up as grandiose a lie as she can possible concoct in a short amount of time. Slipstream mutters softly, "Figures he'd make me wait. Screechy, self righteous makada." Slipstream considers her options, maybe she can scaper off to the medic before Soundwave shows up. Slipstream moves out of the compound, making her way toward the repair bay. "Rob? Make room for one more up there." she privately comms the medic, "Gonna have to tell you what happened." Soundwave nods. "Continue report. Location last cycle?"