Mhegan pulled in behind Jal, carefully backing the trailor to a empty place by a wall. The hanger door groaned, closing against the wind, snow and darkness. She climbed out of the cockpit and onto the trailor. She carefully lowered the end of the trailor. The damaged mech sliding out to lay aganst the wall. The hooks were releaded and she wound the cable back up, checking they were stored correctly.<br/><br/>As she worked, she nodded. "Yeah. I'll help do a quick sort of the parts. I don;t thonk it'd be possible to stealth your machine. It's energy signature is enormouse.  But first we got to do a nasty duty. We need to clean out the cockpits of these things." The thought of removing the corpses in the dead machines was sobering. Knowing that there were once living people piloting them. They were the enemy, but they'd been alive earlier in the day.<br/><br/>The dark haired woman sighed as she parked the towmech, grabbed a facemask, apron, gloves, arosol cans and several body bags, and approached the first  machine. A large heavy with a smashed head and several large holes in the chest and side. A victem of Jal's gun.