Janos had pushed his way past the virtual menagerie of sweat and carnal implications, stopping only for a moment to give Ailis a foreboding look before he was free of the cramped room. He thought he would have enjoyed that more, but the uncomfortable question hung thick in the air. He had no pause to gather his thoughts as Robert came with his own opinions as well. He gave the Free Worlder a sour look and marched off in a fashion that would have made the Capellan Hussars jealous. "Mind your own business, Leaguer, and I'll do the same..."<br/><br/>He hurried along to his Wasp and pulled the ear flaps of his budinovka down. Even here inside the MechBay he could still feel the cold creep in around him. He inhaled sharply, the scar on his thigh from where he had been shot on Outreach suddenly sending in it's own protest letter against the cold. He leaned against the Wasp's leg and rubbed his own, his eyes fixed straight forward. The infantryman had stood on top of something. Most likely something excavated from the snow and ice. One does not just put up a metal platform on random that far from the base. He looked around. The others seemed to be on their way out. Which would give him some time to take the Wasp out to the spot and check it out himself. He had made mental note of the coordinates in the simulation and with that it would be no problem to make his way back there, even in the snow storm, so long as he took it slowly. He turned towards the techs with his regular grin.<br/><br/>"Hey, Greg, still got those flamers laying around?"