Living in the shelter of bridges and tunnels is nothing new to Slipstream, after her year on Earth and her months here on Cybertron, though caution keeps her from staying in any one place for too long. True, she has no real enemies here, besides perhaps the other femme that attacked her when she'd just arrived, but it was a good habit, to watch over her shoulder and keep from staying in one place too long.

Of course, watching over her shoulder means she's not watching where she's going, and she settles down in the shade cast by the bridge with not a single glance into the darkest shadows under it, with a tired sigh and a stretch of her arms and wings.

She is almost certainly in claw range.