Lily wasn't exactly the hugest morning person in the universe. Waking up early didn't make her irritable like it did for some people, but it did leave her a bit sluggish and more prone to random spacing out. At least until she got her coffee, which was always a total godsend godsend, helping her to spring back into life right away. Even the markedly mediocre stuff that they brought along on missions seemed to taste heavenly whenever she needed a boost, which just went to show how much you could truly appreciate things that you normally took for granted; or at least that she'd taken for granted until just recently, since she'd never had to sustain herself with field rations and the like during her years on Solaris.<br/><br/>Anyways, Lily had plenty of time to wake up and just chill out while the lance leaders did their thing and had their little meeting, not to mention the downtime before the op even got underway. She already knew that her Axman was fine, so she didn't bother with more than a brief visual inspection a few minutes before it was time to go. Once she was up in the cockpit, Lily stripped down to her cute, lace-accented unmentionables and donned her cooling vest before settling into her pilot seat. She might have been able to afford one of those fancy Star League tech full body cooling suits if she'd scrounged together all the money that she had left after selling her apartment and Hatchetman and buying the Axman that she was currently sitting in and borrowed the difference from her parents (which would have been slightly embarrassing), but it wasn't really a priority. For whatever reason, she felt like it might detract from the visceral feeling that piloting a Battlemech afforded her, and to a person like Lily who's motivation towards what she was doing was always a huge factor for how well she performed, that single con probably outweighed the benefits of keeping a bit cooler.<br/><br/>She plugged the vest into the cockpit's cooling system and put on her neurohelmet, hearing the computer's voice when it requested her identification code before it would agree to power the engine or any other of the major components. It had an aesthetically pleasing tone, neutral but not quite monotonous or as robotic as any other Battlemech that she'd piloted before, probably just due to the Axman being so recent and benefiting from updated technology.<br/><br/>"Rien ne s'accomplit dans ce monde sans passion," she replied in her mother tongue, being rewarded with the engine's clearly audible whirring and a plethora of beeps as systems came online and self-diagnostic checks completed themselves, showing nothing out of the ordinary.<br/><br/>"Everything's good to go on my end, I'm all set," Lily replied to Erich's ready check over the yellow lance's channel. "Just holler at a girl if you need something blown up." And with that, she joined up with the others in the formation, matching everyone else's pace as she took up the rear on the way to the target destination.