Erich enjoyed his small conversation with Lily; the younger Mechwarrior was knowledgeable in a variety of subjects, but was also amazingly receptive to input and observation, plus she picked up on the subtle hints he peppered through the short war stories he shared with her. She also seemed more than interested in his mention of keeping in practice with his marksmanship, making him consider inviting her to go hunting with him sometime. After she departed to head back over to her own 'Mech, the 65-ton Axman standing only a few dozen metres away from his Awesome, Erich stretched again and slouched into the command seat of his 'mech, opening a laser comm to Walt's Highlander.<br/><br/>"Hey. Walt. I know you don't need the advice, but here it is anyhow. Keep plan B in mind. Better to lose some armour than lose a 'mech if things go wrong. And Don't forget that you're as ammo-dependant as Alt's bad case of crabs. You're the hammer, I'm still the anvil. Also, ECM is your friend; missiles tend to shit themselves when trying to lock on since I got the Guardian installed. And Don't forget, you'll need to leave early to sneak around the eidge to your entrance point. Wake me before you head off." Toggling his 'mech's communication suite to 'recieve-only' he closed his eyes, settling into a light slumber, the only sounds in his 'Mech being the quiet hiss of static caused by the comm channel remaining open, mingled with the blanket of interference created by his war machine's ECM suite.