"You're wrong," Kaz replied, his eyes still fixed on his mech. To him it was more than a machine, it was an extension of himself similar to the way an advanced martial artist would view their own weapons. It wasn't a tool, it was a part of his body. "She does answer back. Maybe she just doesn't talk to you." It was a rare moment for Kaz, at least in public. His more morose side was generally kept under lock and key when he wasn't alone, or with Cara. Certainly not meant to be let out in the presence of his deck chief. After a single moment more for reflection, Kaz pushed himself from his seated position, straighten out his uniform, and brought his eyes to bear on Shira's. He had noticed the change in her demeanor, the way she seemed to switch from fun-loving and loose to seriously uptight and professional, but then again he had done the very same thing. When the uniform was on, it was time to work. When it came off, it was time for fun.<br/><br/>"Of course I am ready. My record will prove that i've never been late for a mission since I was hired." He stood up and smoothed out his uniform, finally taking his eyes off the mech and letting them rest on his newest comrade. He, in fact, appreciated her professional attitude when it came time to do a job. It told him that she would do the absolutely best she could, and that was all he asked of anyone. "I assume that the module will be installed during the briefing? How will you attach it to the body? I'll expect a full spec breakdown before we take off so I can make the necessary adjustments in my flight style." Kaz was not terribly worried about those adjustments, but making them before take off would be much more preferable than learning about those changes in the field.<br/><br/>He stood ready to move, his eyes resting on Shira, almost bored in perception. "I assume you'll lead the way, as i've only.... slept...  one night here."