As her entry plug closed and spun down into place, Gwenllian couldn't help but give a little whee! Honestly, nobody else seemed to really value being happy and having fun. What was fun about being so serious or uppity? If you're gonna go out and punch an alien in the face with a giant robot, being happy was the real path to keeping your focus! . . Or something. At the filling of oxygenated fluid into the plug Gwen's body sort-of . . slumped, taking an instinctive and immediate deep breath to fill her lungs with minimal delay, before she blinked in surprise.<br/><br/><strong>". . . Huh."</strong><br/><br/>She didn't have much time to think on her unusually natural reaction to being drowned in a tube, before suddenly SHE WAS MOVING! Or . . the robot was moving. The Brit eagerly gripped the handles of the controls as the mechas went from zero to thirty, and then suddenly up to ninety!<br/><br/><strong>"Blimey!"</strong>Her happy, excited voice filled the radio as she practically squealed in excitement.<strong>"Isn't this just ace, ladies?! We're in bloody gigantic robots, shootin' through tunnels like ballistic missiles!"</strong><br/><br/>Once they'd hit the surface Gwenllian looked around in amazement at the panoramic view of the cockpit, hands naturally pulling the controls and testing her Evangelion's movement. The bulky arms moved and flexed, fingers moving in a bit of an articulation test, before she reached down to pick up a knife in one hand and a big stonking irridium hammer in the other. With a giggle she awkwardly swung up the hammer to rest on her Eva's shoulder, before stepping off the platform.<br/><br/><strong>"So that's the blighter, eh? Don't suppose you have any information for us? What worked, what didn't, all that rot?"</strong>Gwen seemed oddly, irresponsibly even, at ease with the whole situation. She just kept on smiling and chatting, even as she worked to get used to the Evangelion system, something that . . well . . seemed to be coming along rather quickly.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">I vote we use some resources to check the MAGI computers for more data, and then bank the rest for emergencies!<br/><br/>Starting Position: Sector 1<br/>Actions Taken: None<br/><br/>Ending Position: Sector 1<br/>Stamina Remaining: 3<br/>Conditions: <br/>Damage Taken: <br/>Critical Momentum: <br/><br/>Weapons-<br/>Hammer: 1H, 1d10+5 KN, Anti-Armor (Right Hand)<br/>Combat Knife: 1H, 1d6+1+5 KN, Small, Surplus (Left Hand)<br/>Chain Knife: 1H, 1d6+2KN, Chain, Small (Right Wing Storage)</div></div>