Graff didn't hear Elisa come in to check out her Black Knight, being in between his cockpit and rear of his Marauder.  It wasn't till she floated over and began talking that he realized he wasn't alone (or along-ish, with their extra passengers and the Bastion's regular crew there is probably no place that one can be truly alone anymore).  Elisa looked like Graff felt, although Graff looked it as well...defeated and tired, and they've only been up for about a half a day.<br/><br/>"Oh, uh not well.  It looks like I barely made it out of there in one piece."  Graff responds poking his head out from the back of his Marauder, having just released an what's left of an armor plate from the rear of his center torso.  With a grunt he sends the armor chunk floating towards a scrap pile, it's slow decent should cause it to bounce off the pile but lose most of it's momentum and float close to it.  "I lost most of my armor on the rear of my mech when I...um, panicked."  Graff finishes looking down breaking any chance of eye contact.  It's pretty clear that Graff is taking he brow beating he got from Walter and Perkins pretty hard, who knows if it will do him any good in the end.<br/><br/>"How did your Black Knight fair?"  Graff asks, looking back up at Elisa as her red hair floats out from her head in random waves.<br/>