Maho gave Yamina a greatful nod, and gladly accepted the tea. She still had a fairly stern expression on her face, but she always looked like she had a stick up her butt. The girl had remarked to Walter once that her father's side of the family was well known for looking like someone just shot their puppy, in one of her rare moments of levity. Maho wasn't the type to complain so easily when uncomfortable (Due to some of the more hellish training regimes rumored to take place at Sun Tzu Academy), but she would generally accept help easily. She was, at heart, a team player after all.<br/><br/>Maho had to admit, she liked the current batch of newly recruited MechWarriors. They all seemed to have acceptable levels of skill, and personalities she could work with. Lily was a bit too . . flighty in her opinion, but time would tell if she could truly serious up when things got bad, and then Maho would solidify her opinion of her. At the woman's offer or chocolate, she shook her head no, continuing to sip at her tea. Like a true noblewoman Maho was . . picky about what she put in her body. A significant amount of her paycheck went to obtaining food that most mercs would never bother wasting their money on, when they could have healthier rations instead. The rest went towards helping the maintenance costs on her 'Mech, obviously.