<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br/>"Gnat, roger" is all she say over the coms, breathe.. yes that is good advice for sure. Just so hard to breathe without a good puff of some sweet grass, or.. a drink at least. She lets the mech go slow, or at least slow for something that can push 130kph trying to keep the wolfhound in front of her. After all it can take more of a beating then she can, not that that is saying much.<br/><br/>"close or out skirmish?" she sends a small pulse to Ailis, nervousness clear in her voice. She lets go of the controls with one hand to wipe the sweat off on her pants, yeah it is a simulation.. but it is also the first chance they have to see her in action. So few would would give her a chance with her gunnery scores so she was eager to show what actually made her pass the academy classes, she might not be able to hit the inside of a barn but she sure can make her four legged little mech dance on the head of a pin.<br/><br/>She tests the ground to make sure the simulation is accurate for her to move around with and waits patiently, waiting... the name of the game most of the time for a scout.. followed by a few seconds of mind numbing terror as the bigger monsters lock her up.<br/><br/>*beep* she looks down at the instruments and sighs as the snow is increasing, sure it will cover her but it also means she is more likely to run headlong into something. Typica..*beepbeep*<br/><br/>"Now what?" she grumbles, is that... yes it might look like a possible contact at the extreme edge of her sensors.<br/><br/>"Gnat, picking up possible contact at extreme edge. Permission to investigate over"