(Yep, that's her.)<br/><br/>Anastasia indeed notice Jareth was barefoot as he spoke, wondering why he didn't just wear sandals like her. She still smiled to see him, though, shuffling her feet a little deeper into the sand as she stood there so it could flow between her toes smoothly. "That's good to hear. It's a rare few mech pilots who are actually good enough to get along and keep upgrading without a sponsor doing all of the work for them." After praising him a bit, the purple-haired girl sighed and turned to look out toward the water, which came in rather heavy waves today.<br/><br/>"I guess I'm here as more of a punishment than a reward. I want to go watch that match, but...well, remember how we talked about that pilot I was going out with, Jillian Ashfeld? Well, it turns out<em>I</em>am into her, didn't need to look at porn to prove that. But now we seem to have gone a little too far and screwed things up..."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>As the crowd's silent awe at the first sight of the Hades faded away, it was replaced by an uproarious cheer by those present, all of whom knew they were about to witness one of the biggest matches in years. The sustained cry of excitement lasted just long enough for the siblings to speak for a few moments before the announcer cut in again, loudly interrupting them. "And now, without too much delay, we'll see what if our pilots have any words to share before the match begins!"<br/><br/>The NETCOM between the two teams came alive with a soft beep, leading Alister and Mira to hear a deep, eastern European voice that sounded like it was coming from the inside of a large warehouse. It was, of course, coming from inside of the gigantic mech before them, in a cockpit of excessive size even for a man like Alex Axelson. "It's sad to see that your little sister can come into a match better armed than you, Alister. Think that pea shooter of a rifle you have will even leave a burn mark on the hull of this mech?"