<strong>"Yes sir. I understand, sir. It won't happen again, sir."</strong><br/><br/>Really, at this point, it was as if Maho's salary was permanently at the 2/3rds mark considering how often she was reprimanded in this way. If Maho wasn't as skilled of a pilot, and didn't lack that xenophobia that kept most Kuritans from working well with mixed groups, she'd probably have been let go by now. Even with the onslaught of elementals her<em>Sling</em>had managed to take mostly superficial damage save for a few spots on the legs. She hadn't been on a mission where she hadn't gotten a reprimand from Perkins. It was . . . difficult for her to hold back, when piloting a speed demon like the<em>Sling</em>and riding alongside slower mechs.<br/><br/>At the moment though she was more interested in how Walter was doing, and that much was obvious judging by the fact that she was staring at the man as if she was trying to shoot pulse lasers out of her eyes. After all, he was the boss when it came down to the actual work. It helped that being on good terms with him gave her a little bit of satisfaction, from the mental image of her father throwing a fit, and her mother fainting dead away.