The hangar was one of Jr.'s now-and-then haunts - he trusted the crew enough to leave his Asher docked, but it just felt good going to check up on it now and again. Comforting, that it was there in case he needed it or if any of the Starfighters needed that extra hand.

A sludgy girl in the hangar definitely stood out, so Jr., passing by, leaned himself over to get a peek at the reason Starfire looked the way she did. He let out a low whistle. "What kind of car?"