[Slugger rolls backward watching with a grin as the drones struggle to get back up again. Their progress is halted when a fourth trips and lands on top of them, adding to the pile.

Funny, he thought he'd seen someone clapping from the side. There aren't many people he'd expect to see that from. Scanning the faces in the sidelines, he then crosses the rink in a short blur of movement and stops on a dime directly in front of Barton. His voice is low and eerily soft.]


Spectating?