Depth is seated in the middle of the ancient star port, sitting cross legged as he holds a telescope to an optic. Appears that he may be star gazing, though that's actually what he is doing.. "Figured you'd be here..." The recognizable voice of Firestorm is heard from one of the nearby doorways, the femme smiling softly as she leaned against the frame with an elbow. "You're spending more and more time in this place. Waitin' for your friends, yeah?" What was surprising was that she made no sound of flying in. Maybe she walked? Hard to believe for a flier.