Erich looked at Yamina for a long moment, then hooked his thumb towards the door to his tiny cabin; while larger than enlisted crew's quarters, the officer's quarters were barely larger than a hotel's bathroom. Letting her sit down, wherever she could find space, he pulled a thick, heavy dossier from a drawer and dropped it onto the tiny desk. "This is every after-action report I have participated in since I began piloting a 'mech. Some reports are glowing successes. Some are of the unit barely surviving after being brutally mauled."<br/><br/>He pulled a thin sheaf of papers from a pocket and handed them to Yamina. "This is the report I compiled for the action we saw. Not a single negative word. I don't care if anyone gets their back up when I point out something I noticed while reviewing the battleroms, but I refuse to let ego undermine the authority needed to get this company working as a single, cohesive unit. If I have to play 'give each person a turn to speak' instead of treating everyone like responsible adults, I damn well will bring my gyrojet out of retirement and start collecting kneecaps. This includes defending someone's decisions only because you happen to have had rough sex less than an hour before with that person."<br/><br/>Selecting another, thicker folder, he dropped it atop the desk, next to the first one. "This, however, is important. It's a 'how-to', Compiled by the Grey Death Legion, and several RCTs. Better known as 'How to wreck a 'mech with a bolt-action rifle, a bag of cheap explosives, and testicles made of solid titanium. That's the first quarter. The rest is a 'how-to' for Mechwarriors to avoid getting chewed apart by infantry. It's now required reading for the company."<br/><br/>Closing his eyes for a moment, he looked at the petite woman from the pirate planet. "Anyhow; I'm not getting to sleep anytime soon; what is it you wanted?"