Mira had been released to go home after an overnight stay to make sure that everything was okay with her, though her attitude didn't improve at all over the next three days. She often went to check up on the repairs of Einenlancer, though the wreckage that remained was only a harsh reminder of her bitter defeat. She stared at the head in particular, remembering the first day that the lancer came in for her. She had never seen anything so beautiful, so powerful. And the best part about it was that it belonged to her. Einenlancer was, Mira's mech, her baby.<br/><br/>And now it was nothing more then a slag heap.<br/><br/>Mira turned her head away and had to activy fight back tears at her failure, at her loss, before she went back home to discover a message from Jareth. She clicked it open, and she saw that stupid, goofy, flirtatious face of his as though nothing happened. She didn't even let the entire message play before she turned it off and walked out of her room.