Jal chuckled, keying a radio toggle to talk to Shiz, though slightly irritated with herself for not turning off the radio in the first place as she folded the map in the cockpit, letting it crumple itself so it was only a few inches square. "Sure, I can do some sensor training; Just don't expect to appreciate any weapon excercises. I'll use paint loads."<br/><br/>She chuckled, picking up her neural helmet and settling it on her head, which initiated the automatic subroutines to seal the hatches, arm the weapons and set them to manual control, then start the massive engine in the core of the 'mech, the heat sinks mounted along the flanks radiating the trickle of heat as the 'Mech warmed up, slowly flexing its body up and down before Jal walked it forwards onto the travel path. Toggling her radio, she spoke again. "I'll follow you out, Shiz, I'm not too familiar with the area yet, so play nice, okay?" She chuckled before toggling her 'Mech's ammo bins to 'training' which caused the feed lines to shift from Live-fire bins, to training ammunition.<br/><br/><em>It was a bit of a waste of space</em>, Jal Mused,<em>having half of one's ammunition reserve taken up by training tools, but at the same time, it could be very valuable just learning about one another's capabilities</em>. She then chuckled to herself, tapping a digital readout of her 'mech's readiness to test the artillery stanchions before leaving the hangar. Almost instantly, the flared pauldrons covering the 'Mech's knees moved outwards and down, splaying apart to act as anchors for the 'Mech's main cannon, then, once they touched the ferracrete floor, they lifted back into position, the super-heavy hydraulics hissing silently. She then re-toggled her radio again. "Anytime you're ready."