Erich paused when he noticed Graff looking like he was lost in thought, so he detoured, pausing next to the young Marauder pilot. "Hey. Seems our resident Capellan 'Tech and ShadowHawk pilot got into a scrape; you have a good head on your shoulders; can I trust you to help out with whatever Alroy and the techs need so we can figure out the hows and whys?"<br/><br/>He frowned slightly, turning as he had someplace to be; at the very least, his suggestion would prevent Graff from thinking too hard about what kind of persons would be dumb enough to attack a mechwarrior; after all, if they were dumb enough to attack a warrior, they'd likely be dumb enough to attack a dropship, and with Graff temporarily disposessed while his 'mech was being refitted by GM/Blackwell's techs, it would be remiss of Erich to not try to distract the young mechwarrior to avoid thinking of that.<br/><br/>Taking the service lift up the side of the dropship's mechbay, He headed through the hatch, and up a traversal shaft to the crew deck, before walking into Walt's room, nonchalantly leaning against the desk that took up a significant fraction of the room, and lighting a cigar. "Next time I tell you to turn in a report to the MRB, Ranna, I'd appreciate it if you did. Still, I trust you had your reasons to disobey a direct order and hunt for information through your own sources, so let's hear it."<br/>