<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/47fd7b7bdd55d54c99e4b14bcbbc1e3e/tumblr_mnsqwbvGc11rlulmlo1_400.gif)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Name</td><td> || </td><td>Eric Chambers</td></tr><tr><td>Location</td><td> || </td><td>Front Entrance</td></tr><tr><td>Tagging</td><td> || </td><td>Open, Mizuki, Kumiko</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The last thing Eric wanted to do was be right in the middle of a cat fight. Luckily for him, Shizuru seemed to have thicker skin than most, and she managed to just shrug off the words like a backpack after a long day. But, thanks to Kumiko's reassurance, the young man figured there wouldn't be much trouble. However, his curiosity got the best of him, and he decided to wait out the storm, so to speak, and sat himself behind what<em>used</em>to be the front desk.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before the convoy reached the building. From what he could see, the person who came out waving the white flag<em>surely</em>couldn't have been hostile. However, he let the folks up front take care of her entrance, as he still felt somewhat naked without a gun.<br/><br/>That's when he heard the magic words.<br/><br/>Aside from standard maintenance and daily chores, Eric hadn't been able to actually do<em>anything</em>productive to anyone but himself since the majority of the people up and left at the first sign of danger. With that in mind, he sprung on the opportunity, though he knew he would only be one of many that would need to help assemble the mech. So, without even clearing it with Kumiko, Eric decided to volunteer for the job. "Well, I'd be glad to help. I don't have a mech of my own...not anymore, at least, and I've been itchin' to work on one recently." He approached the woman and extended his had for a shake, holding his tablet by his side. "I'm Eric. If your people can get me the specs, we can get started as soon as she," Eric paused and motioned over to Kumiko, "gives the word."