Erich stretched slowly as he clambered out of the simpod after the simulation had ended; stretching slowly, he worked out the kinks in his shoulders and backs; the simple fact was that the man was tall enough, and broad enough that any simpod felt cramped as hell.<br/><br/>In the last moments of the simulated conflict, he had fallen onto his usual habits in battle, firing at a relatively liesurely rate, but his aim being spot-on with every shot. While nothing had been outright destroyed like Robert's Marauder, Erich could claim armour damage on nearly half the company, and possibly internal damage on half of that. The main benefit of him picking his shots to spread out the punishment as much as possible however, was not in the sim itself, but in the fact that, of all the people to participate in the simulator's battle, he was pretty much the only one that was not sweaty. A part of that was due to years of conditioning caused by using his 'mech reasonably often, as well.<br/><br/>Pressing his hands together to unkink the muscles in his shoulders, he turned and retrived his jacket, before nodding at Lei. "Fun little romp. Probably more entertaining than actual battle to some."<br/><br/>Walking slowly, he fully intended to be the last person into the debrief, a small part of him hoping that the newbies and veterans talk among themselves, and one another.