Walter watched the others mill out of the debrief, sad and angry, possibly a bit sulky. Perhaps frustrated was the more proper description for it. It all felt a little awkward to say the truth. He was too busy yelling to notice that he was hurting a lot of feelings, especially after all that had happened. The only one still seated was Janos, who had just given Graff a little nod and then slumped down a little in his chair. Out of all of them he looked the most out of place. Everyone here looked like honest mercs, because if there was such a thing they didn't wear uniforms. Janos however still had on his loose fitting green robe-like uniform with silver lining and Capellan marks on them. He fixed the young man with his eyes and asked bluntly.<br/><br/>"Are you worth what we just went through, Mr Wu? Two and a half dead and I don't know how much 'Mech damage?"<br/><br/>Janos remained stone-faced but inside him there was a bit of a storm brewing. Of course he thought he was worth it, it was his life or theirs. Not to mention that he knew he was worth it on a scale of engineering genius. That was just who he was, a bit of an arrogant and selfish man, but ultimately he knew that he was a good man. It was just that the Capellan Confederation didn't raise good men and women, they raised ruthless and arrogant ones. But he also knew that saying that would possibly end up terribly wrong. The CC looked like he would be able to rip him in half if he caught him and sadly there weren't many places to run in a Union. However his mother hadn't raised a liar either. In the end he settled for a more diplomatic approach.<br/><br/>"I will make sure I was worth it, Commander."<br/><br/>Seemingly content with that answer, Walter stood and walked away himself. Once out of sight Janos stood up as well and made a silent victorious gesture. He started to make his way down to the Mechbay where he knew it would be. He had seen it earlier when he stumbled in with his Cataphract, but he had been dragged away to medbay for a preliminary, then shown to his room where he could change out of his gear into something more comfortable and once that was done he was brought to debrief. But now he would finally be able to look at it up close. As he entered the Mechbay and saw the buzz of activity he tried to adopt a solemn air, but the bright flame that burned in his soul at the moment showed through. He got a little intimidated once he noticed that the Hatchetman was parked next to his prize and that its owner was sitting upon its foot. He was so close. Would it be inconsiderate to ignore her? Well of course it would be, she wasn't a low cut. Actually she was quite the prize herself. But when there was an actual Clan Elemental standing just some twenty feet away from her, she paled in comparison. He decided that striking up conversation while he was inspecting the awe-inspiring tech would be the diplomatic approach.<br/><br/>"Hatchet and an Axe in the same company? I'm suprised the city wasn't razed to the ground." Walking up to the Elemental he reached out and put his hand on its shoulder plate. A bright smile spread on his face, he was just unable to be solemn during a moment like this. "I'm, sorry, I'm just a little... what's your name again?"