Speedeagle waits rather patiently outside the precinct for Prowl's shift to end. It's a nice evening in Praxus after all and she enjoys being in this city more than any other. Sure Iacon is home but there's something about Praxus she loves, can't put a talon on what though. After Prowl leaves the building and transforms she jumps into the air and follows him, keeping at just the right height and distance to not turn up on his radar. Stellar cycles of practice make it second nature to her, unless Prowl is a paranoid type, there's no way for him to notice her. He takes a long path back to the address listened in the precinct's files but no incidents occur along the way, much to Speedeagle's dismay. Mirage had informed her of Jazz and Mirage's impromptu spark-to-spark. Both Speedeagle and Mirage agree that while Jazz is how he is, he never talked about anybot the way he had just talked about Prowl.
That makes Speedeagle feel a little curious about the Enforcer and eager for him to get home and retire. The sooner he recharges, the sooner she can move in and investigate his flat to find out more about him, for Jazz's sake Speedeagle hopes that Prowl is as good as he seems. She perches on the roof of the building next to Prowl's and waits patiently, enjoying being out of Iacon for the time being. After a while the last of the lights goes out and she jumps off the roof. It's a simple matter to glide to his apartment, perch on one of the window sills and crack it open just enough to slip inside.
After she's satisfied no alarms were tripped off when she came in, Speedeagle sits in the middle of the room and offlines her optics, focusing solely on her sensor net. A good hunter knows her prey like the back of her servo. She concentrates, taking in all the information of the room that she can collect. That's one advantage to her massive wings; besides the speed they offer in the air the sensor net on them is richer than that of any Seeker's. It's only one of Shockwave's multiple modifications in an attempt to create the perfect assassin. He'd made too many modifications though and she'd almost lost her root form in the process, hence her current servoicap of not being able to use it much.
Still, she gathers a lot of information about Prowl and his home using only the sensors in her wings and not thinking too much about it. She processes what information on the spot that she can, files some away to sort through later, and the rest gets stored elsewhere to speak to Mirage and maybe Jazz about because Speedeagle can't manage to gain any insight from it on her own. It's dangerous to let herself be so focused on information as to cease all movement and surveillance of the area but she's confident Prowl doesn't know she's there and no one else could kill her before she can defend herself.
Once all the information has been filed away Speedeagle pulls herself out of her concentrated state and reboots her optics. The room is dark as pitch but she now knows the layout so light isn't a necessity to avoid making a sound. Besides, sight alone can't always identify all the places when the floor might squeak or groan from pressure. She soundlessly crosses the house to settle down on the floor in the living area and expands her senor net so if any Decepticon gets too close she'll know right away. Then she allows herself to slip into a light recharge until dawn, mindful of the mech in the next room.