Jal climbed up after Mheg, one hand moving from Mheg's backside up to her shoulder to help steady herself as the 'mech shifted slightly under their weight. "Well, I bet the interior will be as clean as the other one I shot to crap, but the small 'mechs are even worse. I saw one take a hit that left it as nothing more than arms and legs."<br/><br/>Looking into the interior of the ruined 'mech she was proven right; what little of the pilot had survived the impact and explosion of the heavy cannon's shell had been ripped apart by shrapnel and painted all over the interior of the cockpit so the instruments that were still working in the darkness all had a faintly pink sheen. "Eew. Here."<br/><br/>She handed over the last third of the Cig, the non-addictive relaxant being more useful for Mheg's rattled nerves than Jal's.