Erich grunted in response to Ranna's report, as he leaned over the service tech's shoulder, pointing out the three 'mechs he wanted the clan trio to test out on, and making sure that the three-way battle between the small group had started before he straightened and walked over to where Ranna stood.<br/><br/>"Hmm. Those two never really got along well, did they? Threaten both of them with being tasked to clean the company's 'mechs the next time we go on active maneuvers through a swamp, unless they shape up and stop arguing. As for our expats, I have them beating each other over the heads with the 'mechs they'll be using in the main Sim with Myself and Lei as the Opfor. Have to admit, it warms the cockles of my heart every time I see that Ex-Jag work at keeping his mouth shut every time I give him an order. Probably chafes like hell every time he's reminded that 'Old farts' like us beat the shit out of him in the field."<br/><br/>Walking over to the display showing the main event, he nodded at the additon of the light scout vehicles. "Inspired. I would have considered a Ferret VTOl or two, but we both know I have a poorly-earned reputation fo being a savage dick. Might be funny to have their second match be against two companies of Savanah Masters, though."<br/><br/>He paused, rubbing his chin for a moment, then nodded again; leaning in slightly, he spoke quietly to Ranna, ensuring that nobody could overhear him. "Noticed you making eyes at the newbie riding that Dragonfire last night. I don't care what you do in your off hours, but you're going to have to ask if it'll be worth it when the fighting gets hard. Seen too many get hurt because of someone they care about getting overwhelmed in a fight. Something for you to ask yourself, I guess."