<strong>"Hmph. Since when are you smoking again, Erich?"</strong><br/><br/>From down the way, Maho was walking towards the assembled MechWarriors wearing a half-unzipped jumpsuit, bits of actuator fluid and grease here and there on her clothes and cheek. The<em>Sling</em>was a marvel of SLDF technology, but the maintenance on it was a bitch. The cockpit always ran hot, the armor was a pain to replace, and the MASC system put too much stress on the knees. Still, she loved the damn thing even more than her old Shadowhawk. She'd have to wait for the actual techies to repair the armor that had gotten damaged from the Elementals, but she was able to handle the minor repairs herself, only just finishing.<br/><br/>She hadn't shown up in time to hear all the secret plotting and planning the man was doing with Walter, but that didn't really matter to her in the end. She was more checking up on Walter than anything. What could she say? She liked the bastard. He was . . . no, nice wasn't the right word. Fun? Comfortable? Rough? It was hard to say why she liked him, but it was probably similar to the way she liked the old man . . . well, except for the physical attraction to Walter.<br/><br/><strong>"I hope I'm not interrupting anything particularly pressing?"</strong>Maho was staring at Walter again, as if she could figure out what was wrong with his brain by just looking at him.