Elisa calmly and stoically accepted the bollocking that she and the rest of the unit were getting from Walter. She knew that while yes, they had been placed in an unexpected situation and had been facing off against an unknown enemy with unprecedented capabilities (Infantry Armour that could take a PPC hit and have the trooper inside survive? It was insane just to consider), their reactions had been amateurish, more like screaming children then trained soldiers. And while some had performed particularly poorly, the truth was that everyone had screwed up to some degree.<br/><br/>However, it was the second point that was directed specifically at her that stung the most, the one that was on her mind as she left.<em>Walt did this on purpose.</em>she told herself as she talked off, doing her best to contain her anger.<em>This was punishment for what I said, for pointing out Shadowborn’s failings. I have to work with that little idiot now and make sure that she can be dragged up to scratch. And if anything happens to her, if the moron gets herself killed, it’ll come back on me</em>. It angered her to think about the reasoning behind the decision, as it seemed very much a case of making her pay for her assessment.<br/><br/>Sighing to herself, she headed down to the Mechbay, looking over her<em>Black Knight</em>and inspecting the machine for damage. Mercifully, it had escaped with only depleted armour, but what amazed her was just how much damage the ‘elementals’ had done to it, and how close they could have come.<em>If those things had been able to latch on to me…</em><br/><br/>Elisa shook it off, glancing around the bay and catching sight of Graff floating around his<em>Maruader</em>.  Pushing off from her own ‘Mech, she headed over to the other MechWarrior as he studied his machine. “Hey there.” She began, her voice noticeably weary. “How’s it going there?”<br/>