Elisa looked both tired and happy at the same time as she entered the mess hall, her hair more scruffed up and tangled then usual but some of the weariness that she had been feeling had been lifted form her shoulders. She’d quietly slipped out of Graf’s room once the pair of them were finished, and had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t remember a thing.<em>Pity; it was actually a fun night</em>, she told herself, smiling inwardly as she took her seat.<br/><br/>She listened through Erich’s report, taking it in as she spared the occasional glance around the room at the others. “Will we be looking for anything in specific in the replacements?” Elisa asked, her tone curious. “Specific roles, specialties, ‘Mech types or the like? Or, for that matter, specific backgrounds or areas of expertise, or specific experiences?”<br/>