Keira squinted uneasily about the thought of replacing her reactor control system. Not because she didn't want to but she knew from experience it was a pain in the arse.<em>Man Jal has a nice arse..</em>Keira thought to herself, mentally slapping herself to cease her gawking, which had turned its attention to Aren. "<strong>Well, I dunno, my mech's frame is specifically built for the 6800C series, so putting something else in is going to require a lot of retrofitting and customization, and we don't have a pully or crane system in the hangar in order to move it around. And I can't lift that many tones of treated titanium steel...</strong>" Keira giggled. "<strong>No, my mech...I think...is fine, just always being prepared. Plus she's just old...what can you really do?</strong>" Keira sighed, again hoisting her gun up on her shoulder and moaning about it.<br/><br/>"<strong>Anyways, we should...like...totally go deal with some pesky paper targets...</strong>" Keira smiled, seeing Aren return from the armory out of the corner of her eye. She smirked and nodded towards the gunnery range door, kind of hidden in the back of the hangar. Keira felt kind of bouncy, very energetic, albeit she felt a little light headed but very conscious and aware.