Ranna Krannok<br/>Onboard Bastion<br/>Bastion Hangar deck.<br/>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br/><hr/><br/>Ranna quickly climbed down the upper torso of Harlequin, letting small wrenches in armor and crevices in the body provide handholds.  Dropping quickly to the floor, catching herself square on her feet like a cat, she stood with a smile, pushing her hair back out of her face.  She had finally changed out of the body suit she wore in combat and into a pair of fatigues and a grey tank top that fought to keep her contained and covered in a patch work of sweat and grease.  "I saw Janos yesterday after the debrief.  He and the new girl were here talking to me about Harlequin and that twice damned Clan baby mech."  Ranna shot a scolding glance over her shoulder to the miniature mech standing a few meters from Harlequin's foot.  "They seemed really fascinated by it.  Honestly..."  She ran her hand around one side of her face, pulling her sweat matted red locks to one side of her head.  ..."I think it's good to have it so we can learn how to kill it, but I don't like having it here."<br/><br/>Stepping closer to Double G, a look of entertainment and surprise filled Ranna's face.  "Jesus Graff, You ever consider updating Double G once in a while??"  She stepped up to the hole in the stripped armor plate,  holding onto the leg structure she inspected the innards of Graff's Marauder.  "Seriously, If we've got ourselves some time before our next mission you should consider an overhaul.  Or electrical issues on your gun are going to be the least of your issues."  Pulling an elastic band from her pocket, Ranna folds her hair into it, tying it tight against her head as she slides into the space inside the leg.  "You've got power leads that go nowhere, you've got rust and metal attrope on the myomers."  She finally stepped out of the leg crawl space, sitting down on Double G's foot at just the right height to make Graff have to stare down the v-neck of her tank top.  "If you'd like some help, I'm happy to do what I can.  The techs on Bastion.."  She said with a look and a wave of a hand to the greater cargo bay, before leaning forward to stretch her back and expose her cleavage even more to Graff.  ....are ok, but a mechwarrior should not only know why his mech works and why, but how."  Leaning back on Double G's foot, resting on her arms, letting the full length of her body spread out before him.  "There are reasons I can do what I do with Harlequin.  Over the time we've been together I've probably repaired or replaced every system from his electronics down to his bones.  I know what he can do because I've put blood, sweat and tears into keeping him better than when he walked off the production line."  She smiled, her eyes for a moment looked through Graff at Harlequin the look of remembering good and bad times with a friend.<br/><br/>Her thoughts finally came back to Graff.  She looked him up and down for a moment before continuing.  "If you want some help, let me know.  I'm happy to assist, especially seeing as how your likely going to save my ass some day!"  She said as her smile turned more into a knowing mischievous grin.