Erich chuckled, pulling himself into the oversized clothing. "Good christ, I had no idea we had a crewmember that made your 'mech look tiny. C'mon, we'll swing by my quarters and I can get some real clothing; gives you time to head down to the mess early to avoid incurring the doctor's wrath, too."<br/><br/>Opening the door from the medbay, he stuck his head out and turned left, intimately familiar with the route from a dropship medical ward to his usual room; as he walked, he felt the dull rumble of the dropship's engines firing again, and some of the weight pressing down on the crew slackened, the dropship no longer accelerating at a full gravity, but still putting out enough thrust to maintain half-G loads. "Oh, Graff? Just between you and I, we were lucky on that operation; if the enemy forces had been properly arrayed, prepared, or otherwise ready to have ten 'mechs run rampant through their headquarters, we would have been chopped to pieces. But, there's a reason almost all the heavy fighting swirled around Alroy and myself; a lot of people, regardless of training, want the bragging rights of dropping an Assault 'mech. The fact that the Crab's even more of an antique than your Marauder, combined with the sheer volume of firepower I can spit out in the Brick makes both of them priority targets, even when the actual mission is being completed, successfully, by other elements of the company; which is where you came in, and did an exemplary job, mind."<br/><br/>Pausing, he stopped at a door with his name on a small plasticized card stuck in the nameslot on the front. "I'll be back in a few minutes; go on and head out to get some food." Slipping into his room, he changed clothing as swiftly as his bandaged side allowed him to, his usual black slacks and grey T-shirt clinging to his body just enough to show that, despite his advancing age, he was still as fit as a fiddle, and his muscles had muscles. Running a hand over his head, he considered his short-cropped greying hair for a moment, as well as the start of a full beard that had taken up residence upon his countenance, before shrugging and heading out towards the mess hall; he was hungry, damnit, and to hell with anyone that dared stop him from getting some food in him now that he was no longer hooked up to all the machines in the damned medlab.