Elisa smiled a little at Graf, patiently letting the young man take his time and find his words. “I understand what you’re saying, really, and I know you’re not selling the others short by any means. However, I also understand battlefield realities; their light ‘Mechs aren’t big on punch by any means and would be hard pressed to being down anything but light armour. They’re great harassers and the like, but they will need us to deliver the killing blow.” She shrugged a moment. “Not that It can’t go the other way. I once saw a<em>Zeus</em>bought down by a<em>Jenner</em>that had gotten into its rear and touched off it’s ammo. Nasty stuff too.”<br/><br/>Shaking her head, she glanced over at him. “And don’t worry about the nerves either. Happens to everyone, especially before their first real fight or their first op with a new command. This is a very stressful situation you’re being thrust into, and certainly something that would weigh heavily on anyone’s mind. Hell, I’d be more worried by anyone who wasn’t worried about it.” Elisa offered him a hand. “With that being said, I’m more then happy to back you up, no matter what. And you know, if you need someone to talk to or the like, I’m also here.” There was a hint of smile now, Elisa trying to sound confident and reassuring.<br/>