Mami watched the exchange between the two men with a frown. "Uh... boys? Can we not argue before we even get in our 'Mechs? If we're going to be working together, we should probably get along... or at least pretend to." She agreed with Jil that half of what this Archer fellow didn't make sense... but the other half made more sense then it really should. "So... uh... like I was about to say... I have something I need to tell you all before we begin. I've been... discharged from three previous units due to... uh... 'friendly fire' incidents that weren't exactly completely not avoidable..." She quickly corrected herself. "But I've been practicing! I should be alright!" She rubbed the back of her head, sighed, and sat back down.<br/><br/>"Maybe I should stop talking...?" She turned a small silver ring on her finger, a small amber gem set in. "Or change the subject... So!" She smiled a little and bowed. "What 'Mechs does everyone fly? I'm in a 55-Ton Hollander-TF Model... the<em>Tiro Finale</em>..." She found talking to these people nerve wracking, but she tried to be friendly.