Ranna Krannok<br/>Onboard Bastion<br/>Crew Mess Hall<br/>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br/><hr/><br/>Although Ranna was feeling pretty proud of herself for limping out of this ordeal with only a broken knee joint and some minor armor damage she could feel the strain of the anger coming from the other mechwarriors.  Sitting back in her usual manner, with her boots up on the table she glared at Walter for a moment before her usual lack of self control took over.<br/><br/>"You know Walter, normally I'd be happy to sit back and glow in the after effects of tearing the shit out of mechs without taking much damage, and I know I have no room to speak when you consider the amount of damage I took compared to most here..."  She slowly stood, clenching her fists as she rested them on the table, leaning all of her weight into her arms and fists, glaring down at Walter, "But I think I can safely speak for the rest of the unit when I say FUCK PERKINS."  That jackoff sent us in blind and stupid into combat environment we were neither prepared for or outfitted for."  Turning to the newcomers with a swipe of her arm.  "Not to mention not bothering to tell us he had contracted more mercs to join us.  Which by the way creates so many friendly fratricide issues I won't even go into.  We lost Hiro and Yamina to a fucking ATLAS, and Oh by the way...not just a regular Atlas, this was a Lostech SLDF Atlas with bells and whistles and everything.  So you'll excuse me if I don't feel proud of what we did today aside from coming back relatively alive nor do I give a flying fuck about Perkins piddly bonuses."<br/><br/>Ranna glared at Walter for a long moment before turning abruptly to lean against the wall in the corner of the room away from the main group.