Graff gulped a little as Lily raised her eyebrow and talked about it being warm and sunny tomorrow, and kind of wondered if he missed some hint at something more.  It had been a long time for him as well, not since...well...how long ago has it been now?<br/><br/>Her warm smile and squeeze helped put him at ease and as she sways off to sit with some of the other women, his eyes linger on the way Lily sashay's her hips as she walks over.  As she plops down onto the ground Graff turns back to his maps and papers trying to devise a decent attack plan out of his lance.  He's got an idea on how to approach so to keep the lighter mechs safe from the majority of the turret fire.  He could very well work on it all night, unsure of when they need to leave.<br/><br/>Graff is clad in a light blue jump suit often worn by mech mechanics, he has a pair of boxers on underneath and a light tank top so that if needed he can strip off the jump suit and be ready to go as his cooling vest and neurohelmet are resting in his cockpit right now.  Lifting up his water bottle he goes to squirt some into his mouth, sadly it's long been empty a fact he doesn't not notice till he squeezes and nothing comes out.  Frowning he puts it back down and shuffles around some more papers pulling up another map.