Events had been a giant blur for Elisa, the chaos of the arrival of the strange suits managing to resolve itself into some semblance of order. When she reviewed her BattleROMs, Elisa had no doubt that she’d be able to make a lot more of the situation, but for now it was just a tangled mess of half-remembered fragments. Her commander had requested to see her, and she had to oblige, regardless of her misgivings over the situation.<br/><br/>Clambering from her<em>Black Knight</em>still clad in her cooling vest and shorts, Elisa looked like a mess. Constant firing of her lasers had seen the interior of her ‘Mech turn into a raging inferno, baking her inside the cockpit. Her hair was disheveled and plastered to her scalp by the same layer of sweat that covered everything else. She had no doubt that she also probably smelled horrific as well, and would not have much of a chance to rectify that situation.<br/><br/>Taking a gulp from her water bottle, she headed over to the commander, sorting out the situation. However, that stopped dead when she saw the… thing standing next to him. She couldn’t help but blink at surprise at the woman’s form. Two and a half meters, they showed no signs of gigantisim or the like, instead being normally proportioned, just blown out in scale. Her musculature, however, was incredible; she looked like a world-class bodybuilder, without a gram of fat on her. And the eyes…<br/><br/>Shaking it off, she turned to Walt. “You wanted to see me, sir?”<br/>