“It’s a<em>Black Knight</em>,” Elisa joked back in reply, her tone warm and friendly despite the ominous overtones of the last few minutes. “They run at two temperatures, ‘overheated’ and ‘not overheated yet’. And that’s on a good day. When you get it on a hot, baking desert hellhole, well, by the time you’re done you’re drowning in your own sweat. Not fun.”<br/><br/>They entered something that resembled a cafeteria, which was a good enough start for her. “Of course, by the time I inherited the old girl, she was a bit of a mess. I loved my father dearly, but there was only so much that he could do with what little money he and the unit had.” There was a degree of honesty in her voice, not trying to hide the facts but rather speak openly and earnestly. “So many merc units live hand-to-mouth, and one bad deal can break ‘em easily.”<br/>