(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)[/floatright] “Fast rules me out.” Cass admitted to Liz. “Sorry, but I’m a big, slow, fat-arsed slug. As fun as it would be, I don’t think I’d be a good match for you in the field there.” She offered a small smile before shifting back to the map, and considering her options.<em>Just don’t partner me with the old fart,</em>she considered with a sidewards glace at Erich.<br/><br/>“If it helps any, I have the armour to stand-off with most turrets and the long-ranged firepower to hit a lot of them with little to no retaliation.” She offered. “And I can keep dancing at long range with most ‘Mechs and win if that helps”<br/>