"Aye..!" Ailis saves the swearing for her own ears as she dropped back.<em>And if that doesn't just go and figure... </em>she thought, as she backed up, step by step, then flipped sensors over to infra-red - moving 'Mechs - moving /anything/ in this soup would create a heat signature, she hoped.<em>Something. Anything. C'mon!</em>Ailis began muttering under her breath in Gaelic as she looked for the rest of her team, or their opponents.