<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.msg7276135#msg7276135">Quote from: mvo33 on 25-11-2012, 16:30:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It was good to hear that he had correctly assessed the situation and his units capabilities, it took a great load off of his mind.  Enough that Graff might be able to get some sleep tonight before the opp.  "Ok, great...yeah that's what I was thinking as well."  Graff's verbalization was considerably more upbeat than before, having an experienced mechwarrior positively critique his plan.  He moves his hands behind his back interlacing his fingers and pulls up sending his chest downward as he stretches attempting to work the knots in his back and neck.  Rolling his head around to limber it up he grunts a bit before looking back towards Elisa, her hair looking more brown than red in the dim light.<br/><br/>With a plan in place and the rest of the company having retreated to various mechs, some their own and other to others Graff is unsure what to do next.  He waking up his lancemates to go over his plan probably wouldn't go over too well.  "So, um, how many missions like this have you been on?"  He opts for small talk right now, not sure why though, perhaps just to fill time or to use this time to try and get to know Elisa since they've finally started to talk and he found out that she's more approachable than he initially thought...or at least she is now.  One conversation does not necessarily make a profile.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Elisa was glad to talk, feeling more then a little relieved as she began to open up to Graf. He seemed like a nice enough guy so far, just struggling with his own nerves and lack of confidence – both perfectly understandable, given the circumstances. “I was with Castilla’s Cavaliers for four years of active service, riding an old<em>Centurion</em>that was more rust then ‘Mech, and I saw a fair amount of action in that time. Even if a lot of the time we were pulling low-end, low-action garrison contracts and the like, I did do my share of shooting.”<br/><br/>“Even before then I’d been raised in the unit, learning about the Merc trade first-hand.” She indicated over her shoulder to her ‘Mech. “The<em>Black Knight</em>was my father’s before he chose to retire. We had a contract go bad on us and the damn cows decided that we were in the wrong for their own damn screw up.” There was a hint of anger in her voice for a moment before she settled. “And so that’s how I ended up here. And don’t feel bad if you’ve never heard of the Cavaliers; we weren’t exactly the biggest names in the Merc world.”<br/><br/>There was another small smile, one that open and inviting. “Still, second chances and all. That’s why I’m here.”<br/>