Erich toggled his comms to answer Graff's question as the company filed into the Comstar-supplied repair bay; the massive doors could easily fit three 'mechs abreast, but for the comfort of the techs inside the cavernous bay, the doors had only been opened enough to allow the widest of the 'mechs, Alroy's King Crab, to squeeze through with a metre to spare. "Considering that this world is, technically, a 'Water world', I'd expect it to be like this for the duration of our stay. Make sure your Infrared sensor suite works and you should be able to see through that soup if anything 'mech-sized comes visiting."<br/><br/>For his part, he waited until the rest of the company was inside the repair bay before moving his own 'mech inside; the harsh weather had frozen a lubricant line in his 'mech's right hip, causing the joint to play up slightly, slowing the 'mech's normally-ponderous pace to be even more sluggish than average. Backing his 'mech into the last empty repair bay, he started the shutdown procedure as the massive doors closed, allowing the temperature in the bay to warm up measurably quicky, until it was considered barely-warm.<br/><br/>Pulling on a pair of fatigues after removing his Neurohelmet and cooling vest, Erich climbed out of his 'mech, using the repair gantry's ladders to climb down to the ground once more. After talking with one of the astechs about the frozen line, he looked over the company; Nodding to himself after a moment, he stepped away from his 'mech, avoiding the sheets of hoarfrost that were peeling off of the armour plates, and walked over to Walter. "So, what's the operational verdict? Quiet garrison duty, frozen hellhole, and weather that makes it depressingly easy to get an ambush in place. Dayan was nice enough to share a full topog of the area, but I still trust him about as far as I can throw him. In His 'mech."