October 31, 2011, 2:26 PM (Barracks, Iacon) --- First Aid is curled up on his berth with a datapad, reading, after another long shift of doing absolutely nothing. Hot Spot hasn't had such an easy time of it. He's currently on a break, relaxing on his own bunk and enjoying the calm, companionable silence. The door slides open quietly and Groove steps in, cycling his optics quickly before giving both his brothers a smile. "Oh- hey. I didn't realize you guys were off shift." He says, taking the few steps to the side needed to heave himself up onto his own berth. "What did he say?" Hot Spot asks.