<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br/><strong>Vehicle:</strong>Hussar HSR-200Db<br/><strong>Location and time:</strong>Outreach, embarking day<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Abuse of the English Language.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Ailis remains silent, taking in the map and the details in a way that suggests she's mentally filing. Rice fields... rice is a swamp grain... Ailis' nose wrinkles. She's never heard of anyone losing a foot in that, but she's in no hurry to be the first.. and it's not going to be deep enough to help with heat management, much less impromptu cover. She looks around for a moment, mentally matching up 'Mechs and pilots - or 'copters and pilot - as best she can, then shrugs slightly. Taking out opportunists expecting easy kills on slow heavies has never ceased to be entertaining... for her and the heavies, anyway. This though... this won't be that easy, she reminds herself. The little shake is visible, even.<br/><br/>Dietrich's tale gets him a sidelong glance, and her a mental note to drag more of that out of him later; intel is much more useful to her when she has it. Now, however... not so good a time.<br/><br/>Listening to the boss, she looks up when she realizes there's a bit that hasn't been mentioned. A mental rewind ... no. What, but not 'how many' ... "An' that would mean we're not like t' have accurate numbers for 'em?" She asks, straightening. "No' that I'd be expectin' th' 'accurate' part t' be worth much, considerin'." Recon usually is her job after all; remembering some of her more specialized kit, she smiles slightly. "How's their comms, d'we ken? M' gears a touch buggy sometimes, but still works a treat; ain't much gets clear if'n I don' want it to."