Slipstream responded in kind by retracting the gauntlet lasers, but she still had the arm-mounted blasters. She wasn't about to go anywhere without them.

After taking a moment to determine for herself whether the raccoon might be any further threat, Slipstream bent to the nearby pile of lambda-spewed oddities. She fully intended to begin a search for the items on her virtual list, but her talons froze in position as she processed that last question.

"No." She said this softly, which wasn't very typical of her, but seeing as how ranting hadn't seemed too effective in this conversation, she chose to under-react. "There's this universe with the boxy, red, 'decent' Starscream." She moved both hands to make quote fingers, expressing her cynicism on how decent any Starscream could be.

"And there's a pink Arcee," And a crazy phychatrist, and a grounder who had arrived covered in rust, and other just weird characters, except Wing seemed all right; but that was beside the point, now. "It's been said she's female."

And she didn't really want to talk about it again, so she attempted to redirect the conversation. "You searching for anything in particular out here?"