Erich almost smiled at the rather amusing sight of Miyoko panicking about her teddy bears, but schooled his facial features into an air of polite indifference in regards to the subject as he sat down in the open hatch, waiting for Miyoko to regain her composure. "This isn't an officer-type visit, kiddo. You've heard all I had to say in regards to critique and such, based on what I was able to see during that battle. That's behind us. What this is about is your thoughts and reasons for basically sending me an 'I quit' message."<br/><br/>Leaning against the frame of the hatch, Erich re-lit his half-smoked stogie, blowing the smoke out of the Shadow Hawk's comparatively small cockpit. "Way I see it, this was your first real mission, and it ended up with us getting caught with our collective pants around our ankles. Now, I, personally, have experience with Anti-Mech infantry, but I forgot two important things. Firstly, not everyone in the company has the same value of experience that I do. Secondly, despite the claims of spoonbenders sphere-wide, telepathy still doesn't exist, so I can't exactly plug all my knowledge into everyone else's heads without some extra effort on my part."<br/><br/>He chuckled and nodded slightly. "The fact that Walt really liked looking at your round little ass instead of thinking tactically is probably why you ended up at point-blank range with only long-range weapons. Admittedly, I can see the appeal, but I figure anyone with eyes and a pulse would."<br/><br/>Shrugging, Erich finished his smoke, flicking the stump of his Cigar down onto the mechbay's floor. "So, kiddo. Anything you want to talk about?"