Razzly gave a moment of silence for the downed pilot. She wasn't happy about the results, but this was war, or at least battle.  People were going to die, and if she didn't do something, even more people could die.  It was the better of two evils.  "Cali. The pilot managed to rescue himself. I'm be on my way as soon as I collect the weapons from the enemy mech." With a bit of concentration, she opened a pocket dimension and tossed the sword inside. She would have liked to fit the gun in as well, but there simply was not enough room yet.