Vulture changed into the flightsuit in the cockpit. The faulty cockpit AC unit had been replaced but she left it partly unzipped out of habit. She buckled into her Wanzer, a Calm painted a rusty redish brown, several shades darker than Halle's, and took a sip from the camel-back hanging from the roof. Her only response to Haille's orders was a gruff "roger" before maintaining radio silence.<br/><br/>Before this mission the closest thing to a combat drop that she had been in, was a gimmick arena match where both sides were dropped from carrier planes to simulate an airborne assault. It wasn't at all realistic as both sides were droped within gun range of each other and had been shooting each other on the way down for the audience's excitement, but Vulture at least knew how this sort of thing was done. By comparison this time she just had to sit back and let the computer land the Wanzer for her.<br/><br/>Vulture hit the ground last and spun around with her two machine guns raised. It was the kind of dramatic pose that would be popular in the arena, but a waste of time in the field. Another old habit apparently.