Jal poked her head up as her 'Mech's sensors beeped at her, then, with a muttered curse, she rolled onto her back, looked at the targeting computer's request to hose the new target with a few hundred rounds of ammo, and, pausing, she just shook her head and didn't touch anything. Without her input, the 'mech just sat there, silent.<br/><br/>Sitting up, Jal rubbed her face with her hands, clearing most of the 'sleepy' from her appearance, and, looking at herself, she peeled off her nightshirt, her free hand idly pausing to touch the bullet scar just above her navel, musing about how she got it. There was an identical scar a few inches to the right of her spine, the exit wound having missed paralyzing her mostly through blind luck.<br/><br/>Sighing to herself, she reached under the command couch, and pulled out a small duffel bag, which she opened up to reveal another one of the classic 'Skin-tight combat suits' that everyone else wore so much, though hers at least was slightly thicker, so it'd take more than just breathing to cause her nipples to be defined through the suit's materials. "Well, I guess this is my last pair of clean clothes until the rest of my stuff arrives."<br/><br/>Muttering to herself, she made sure that the controls were locked and incapable of being moved, then began the process of wiggling into the clingy suit, starting by removing her undergarments, then sliding into the heat-regulating fabric, legs first, then shrugging both arms into the suit, followed by using her body heat to seal the edges of the fabric together, to Just below her collarbone, allowing some looseness and 'play' for her head to move freely, as well as supporting the rest of her.<br/><br/>Shutting down the Computer entirely, Jal climbed onto the back of her 'mech, patting the large cannon's barrel to avoid whacking her head on it, as she had done at least twice before she had been transferred to the unit, and, climbing down to the chilly hangar floor, she walked over to the door to the armoury, not surprised that it was unmarked in case an enemy tried to get into the base and steal some weapons. Walking into the armoury, she paused, then smiled, seeing Keira loaded down with a pair of rifles that would have given even Max some trouble.<br/><br/>"Hi there. Planning on punching some holes in some targets, and, if so, mind if I join you?" She walked over to one of the weapon racks, and, after a few moments, picked up a large automag pistol, with accompanying holster and belt, then, after hooking the belt around her waist, she selected a Bolt-action Rifle that looked like it fired the big Fifty-calibre rounds. A half-dozen magazines for the pistol, and the same number of box mags for the rifle later, and Jal paused, striking a pose that made her look like a particularly buxom big game hunter. "So, care to show me where the firing range is?"