She gripped the edge of the cockpit as the mech shifts. Glad for the hand on her shoulder. She was mellow enough that she didn't think anything of the hand that had started on her bottom. Mhegan took the cig, puffing quickly as she climbed into the crater, using damp cloths to wipe the paste off the instruments. She took her time, breathing through her mouth.<br/><br/>The small woman worked as quickly as she could. Letting her eyes be unfocused as she works. "I think we can use some of this stuff for spare parts, or we might rebuilt some new mech from what's here. That might give us some flexibility in the missions we have, plus it'll give us extra mech in case ours are damaged or destroyed." She stuck her head out of the crater. "Hey, Jal, Shizen! What do you think of that? Think we can make a couple of spare machines out of this scrap?"<br/><br/><br/>Shizen's announcement brings her head back out of the crater as she had ducked back into it. "Yeah. Some cheese and different alcohol than beer. Maybe a new selection of movies."<br/>From Mhegan's position, Jal would have an excellent view of  Mhegan's breasts, the faint bump of her nipples and over her back the curve of her rump.