Erich chuckled quietly, placing a bookmark in the small tome, which he replaced in the pocket it had been in before. Hearing Lily flop into the lone passenger seat in his 'mech's cockpit,  he turned his head just enough to look over at the young woman. "One of my few vices. Figured I needed to do something with my time since I quit smoking. As for what I'd be interested in talking about, mostly it's the 'or somethings' that keep me awake."<br/><br/>Twisting slightly, he revealed one of the few perks of riding in an assault-class 'mech; the cockpit was just roomy enough for a few basic amenities, which, in Erich's case, included a small refrigerator. Opening it, he offered Lily a wrapped sandwich. "Turkey on Rye. Bit heartier than processed rations, not quite as cheap. So, Kiddo; what do you think of the company? Not what you were expecting when damn near a half-dozen snakes were hired on, huh?"<br/><br/>Taking half of the sandwich for himself, he chuckled slightly, then shook his head at a quiet joke he thought of. "Never thought I'd end up in a short company, led by a Rasalhauge rat, keeping company with three Dracs, a Pirate, two Mercenary kids, a pair of Feddies, and a Leaguer. I almost feel out of place being the only one from Lyran Space. Still, it's not too bad. Pay's good, and the people are nice enough."