"Okay then," Razzly replied, not sounding too confident. It was true that she wanted to pilot it, and she didn't have any other jobs today. Might as well learn how sometime, she figured.  She clambered up, a bit unseemly at first, but eventually getting it right.  She stepped into the somewhat spacious cockpit and marveled at the controls. "How in the world am I going to pilot this thing," she asked as she settled into the pilots seat. It felt almost welcoming, as if she were meant to be in it. The controls felt worn and weathered in her grip, like a familiar weapon, or more aptly, like her favorite wrench, which in a few cases had been used as a weapon. She was tempted to call the Ice Princess 'old friend' but that seemed wrong. This wasn't her mech, it belonged to Jesse. Yet she couldn't help but feel as if this mech was resonating with her on a spiritual level.