<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div>“A drink might be nice, but that’s only if we aren’t going to be pulled straight back into the sims after.” Cass joked. “Last thing I want to do is get completely smashed and then try to pilot a ‘Mech afterwards. I’d imagine that would’t go over el fantastico with the bigwigs and such.” She glanced between the others, a conspiratorial smirk on her face.<br/><br/>“Speaking of, what the hell was with that Erich guy?” Cass continued, leaning a bit closer as of feigning privacy. “Reckon he’s always that much of a pompous, self-important, overbearing jackarse all the time or only when he’s trying to impress the newcomers?” She took a sip from her coffee and spoke again. “Like, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure he’s good at what he does, but he doesn’t need to be such a self-important tool about it and all.”<br/><br/>She coughed a moment, before straightening up. “Ahem. Anyways, it’s great to meet y’all and stuff, even if today was kind of fifteen shades of trainwreck and all that crap. I can tell that this is definitely gonna be one of those ‘never a dull moment’ kind of a jobs, huh?” Cass shot a sideways glance at Elizabeth a second. “And hey, you did good making a mess and ‘spoiting the holes I made there, Liz. We should try that again next time.”<br/>