<strong>"If you're that worried, maybe we can hedge our bets a bit in our favor."</strong><br/><br/>The formerly noble Kuritan spoke up from where she was sitting (In goddamn<em>seiza</em>, no less) near Walter. Maho generally didn't weigh in too much on a briefing unless she had a particularly unusual idea, or things were getting rowdy. Mainly because she was used to nearly everyone but Old Guts'n'Bones ignoring and shooting down her suggestions out of bias. She reached out, pointing a slim finger towards the old control tower on the map.<br/><strong><br/>"Odds are good that the control tower is operational, if only for use in communications. If on our way in we shoot out the communications gear on the roof,"</strong>Clearly, she meant her Sling to do that with it's LRMs.<strong>"They'd be forced to rely on personal-scale communications, and if they were cheap and patched them all through the tower's systems they'd quite possibly be put into a confusion. It'll also keep them from sending out any distress calls to anyone they might be friends with nearby, giving us more time to focus on the salvage post-op. You never know what might be lurking in the areas we didn't sweep."</strong><br/><br/>The petite young woman with predominantly asian features nodded to herself, before glancing to Walter and waiting for his opinion on her idea. She really was greatful to Walter for everything he'd done for the merc corps after that horrid mission months ago. Old Guts'n'Bones felt damn-near like a second father to Maho, in the way he gave a Kuritan girl with an expensive to maintain mech a chance, and how he actually listened to her when she spoke rather than bitching about her blood. The man was a true MechWarrior, and had died like one, though she still thought he died too soon.<br/><br/>Maho was at the moment wrapped up tightly in her simple blanket she normally kept in her 'Mech's survival kit. Her training at Sun Tzu had taught her the value of staying pilot-ready, so when on-mission she generally just wore the tiniest of form-fitting shorts, and a simple half-length tank top, covered with a jacket or blanket for modesty and comfort's sake. Her Sling was an amazing piece of SLDF technology, but it had a habit of running hot in the cockpit, and without a proper SLDF cooling suit that meant she had to rely on less clothes and a simple cooling vest to avoid passing out. Embarrassing, but she'd never show it.