<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div>Ailis Ciarach<br/>Tagged: Ivan, Whoever's Left.<br/>Location: Coolant Leak Bar.<br/><br/>Ailis looks around, then finishes her drink and puts the glass upside down on the bar. "I can give ye th' tour, lad. As fer worth - Like most things, it'n nae so simple. Lack of resources ain' just referrin' t' 'Mechs an' ammunition - it also means /men/." She shrugs. "Somethin' of a finite resource, when we can't turn 'em out on an assembly line, or so." Or however the hell they do it - Ailis' expression is hard to read.<br/><br/>"Alright, lads and lassies - homeward bound. Sleep! An' then we see what ye be made of." Her low chuckle is only somewhat predatory.<br/><br/>Location: Bastion, Mechbay.<br/>Up bright, shiny and (proverbially) bushy-tailed, Ailis has spent her time waiting for the rest at least somewhat productively; rooting around in<em>Grisel</em>'s innards running down a bug. She extracts herself with time to spare and meets Ranna with a nod. "Cap'n. Hard mode, or Nightmare?"