Maho had been . . . well . . REALLY quiet. There was no snarking or sniping, she hadn't said anything about her apparent promotion, and she didn't even make a comment about how she'd fought against the Elementals. Considering that she was eating what looked and smelled like genuine beefsteak, it was understandable. Ever since leaving the Combine, she'd learned to appreciate foods from other cultures . . and a proper steak was one of them.<br/><br/><strong>"This engineer, sounds like an absolute win for the corps. What's the catch, other than having to enter Capellan territory for this? I assume stealth will be necessary, otherwise we'll be dealing with some rather unpleasant numbers"</strong><br/><br/>Stealth in battlemechs was always an amusing thought, considering they were giant frickin' robots. It wasn't impossible, but it was infinitely more easy to mess up to a catastrophic effect than sneaking around outside of your 'mech.